Aroya
she takes me prisoner
marches me back to
her camp
parades me around
chains me to an old escavator
I laugh and laugh
they think I'm insane
until I turn into a butterfly
and float away on the spring breeze
she takes me prisoner
marches me back to
her camp
parades me around
chains me to an old escavator
I laugh and laugh
they think I'm insane
until I turn into a butterfly
and float away on the spring breeze
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