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We found a near-dead butterfly while walking home from school
We held it in our warm hands to keep it from the cool
We took turns breathing on it, it began to flap its wings
But as we walked, we got preoccupied with other things
We laughed at simple-minded kids
I think we had an argument
We talked about the dying, the living
And all those pages in-between
The butterfly, I kept inside a jar beside my bed
It took me years to realize the little thing was dead
I broke the jar, handed the bug to you, and I said,
"You should be with someone who prefers dead things, instead"

Description
We found a near-dead butterfly while walking home from school
We held it in our warm hands to keep it from the cool
We took turns breathing on it, it began to flap its wings
But as we walked, we got preoccupied with other things
We laughed at simple-minded kids
I think we had an argument
We talked about the dying, the living
And all those pages in-between
The butterfly, I kept inside a jar beside my bed
It took me years to realize the little thing was dead
I broke the jar, handed the bug to you, and I said,
"You should be with someone who prefers dead things, instead"