I see a butterfly in the tree, is it looking at me
There’s a hummingbird on the rose, do you think it knows
Ladybug there on a weed, is it you I see or need
A seashell sits in sand behind the glass, I know better than to
ask
In so many ways you are here, yet gone away you are not near
I miss you my love and I must go on, but how sweet bride can
I, when the touch is gone
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