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The cold phantasmagoric butterfly
With centuries of preparing, endlessly
Got out of its cocoon, meaninglessly
As soon she starts to live, she starts to die

The clock of ages makes its innards cry
And so mankind continues, pointlessly
This hunting of illusions, recklessly
A blind chase where all hope is nullified

If my ethereal voice could reach a soul
I wish for this ultimate truth to be hold
Believe that past and future are a lie

In present you may find your paradise
Stop waiting for the perfect cherry blossom
Be no ghost, but a petal in life’s bosom

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