Butterflies are not to be trusted, because they die
You better love someone, but do not ask me how naked
If your eyes are watching like mine
Then you speak of love without disappearing
You look like porcelain when you’re in love
Together behind the curtain
Carefully to get used to it
Fear will have less and less meaning
All questions stabbing in my throat
I do not know about tomorrow
Fluttering without failure is the only thing I want


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