Poor butterfly, beneath the blossom waiting
Poor butterfly, for she loved him so
The moments pass into hours
The hours pass into years
And as she smiles through her tears
She murmurs alone
Of the moon
And
Of the moon
I know that he'd be faithful
I'm sure he'd come
To me by and by
But if he don't come back
Then I never say
Sigh or cry
I just must die
Poor butterfly
Poor butterfly
Beneath the blossom waiting
Poor butterfly
For he loved her so
But if he don't come back
Then I never sigh or cry
I just must die
Poor butterfly
Butterfly.
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