The past is a butterfly
fading in dreams
waiting to settle
on the dust in your heart
while the wings of another day
dazzle with silence
and bow to a glimpse
of your might have beens
No use stirring
the guilt in your tea
until the whites of your eyes
turn greener than corn in the rain
If you'd known better
you would have done better
but that chance won't come again
For even a butterfly knows
what's done is done
and lost forever
and it's much too late
to change
Written by Abracadabra
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