pantoum poem
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Dear Mr. Butterfly,
I would always be the stranger you'd never know
With the hue of your eyes, I started to fall
Perhaps the fault of cupid's bow and arrow
I was shot and you were chosen amongst all
Come dance with me
In the dark of night
When the shadows roam free
In the candle light
In the dark of night
The Shadows dance and sing
In the candle light
