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When love dies (7/20/99)

You are like the sun.

I felt like the moon beside you
Glowing with your light
With a passion as I've never known

You touched my heart
Like a butterfly that lands on our fingers
Moving its wings ever so slightly
Pushing air
Making the wind that moves mountains.

But one day
The butterfly flies away
The sun sets
And you are gone.