Elusive Butterfly
To the sound of something moving past your window in the wind And if you're quick enough to rise You'll catch the fleeting glimpse of someone's fading shadow Out on the new horizon You may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings And if the sleep has left your ears You might hear footsteps running through an open meadow Don't be concerned, it will not harm you
You might have heard my footsteps
Don't be concerned, it will not harm you
Across my dreams, with nets of wonder
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