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You have bin looking for the waiting presence
The break of dawn was like a butterfly
flapping his wings after it rained and
he plunshed into the cloudy secretS
The scolding of a wasted absence
The sky was pawned but gray as sly
Who was fading the blues
Like a dogfight in a cloud
My friend
We just passed
The webs of convictions
The eye of youth natured kindness
In those harbringers days
And few lilly 's hawkes
On a paperish vow

I like this one.

I like dawn as a butterfly and as well as " a paperish vow" - I like that a lot actually.

quaileyedsnowfish wrote:You have bin looking for the waiting presence
The break of dawn was like a butterfly
flapping his wings after it rained and
he plunshed into the cloudy secretS
The scolding of a wasted absence
The sky was pawned but gray as sly
Who was fading the blues
Like a dogfight in a cloud
My friend
We just passed
The webs of convictions
The eye of youth natured kindness
In those harbringers days
And few lilly 's hawkes
On a paperish vow

oh for goodness sake, cut it out!