We didn’t plan to this life meet.
We didn’t plan to this life meet.
We’d accepted that we’d been beat.
There would be no love this time for us.
What was the point of making fuss?
We’d accepted that we’d been beat.
There would be no love this time for us.
What was the point of making fuss?
Our day’s come to float in the sky.
Now we dance with the butterflies.
Now we dance with the butterflies.
One day we fell into love’s core,
And began to settle the score,
That had left our hearts wandering,
Our minds so sadly pondering.
And began to settle the score,
That had left our hearts wandering,
Our minds so sadly pondering.
Our day’s come to float in the sky.
Now we dance with the butterflies.
Now we dance with the butterflies.
We marvel at life’s precious gift,
That gives us both delightful lifts,
And wonder where we’d surely be,
Drowning--hopelessly lost at sea.
That gives us both delightful lifts,
And wonder where we’d surely be,
Drowning--hopelessly lost at sea.
Our day’s come to float in the sky,
Now we dance with the butterflies.
Now we dance with the butterflies.
Our day’s come to float in the sky,
Now we dance with the butterflies.
Now we dance with the butterflies.
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