soul.

You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, and you are like the word Melancholy.

I like for you to be still，and you seem far away.

It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.

And you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you:

Let me come to be still in your silence.

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