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Song about the love between a butterfly and a flower. Then they're attacked by spiders.
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Eclectic: Alternative, Blues, Latin, Rock, folk, acoustic band, folk, jazz, & country. We have trumpet, guitars, violin, sax, flute, keyboard, vocals. Easy Lis
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Metal • Alternative Metal
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Peak #5
Peak in subgenre #1
Author
HP Laborde
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HP Laborde
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October 25, 2006
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MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 3:16
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Song about the love between a butterfly and a flower. Then they're attacked by spiders.
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Once a lonely butterfly sang hymns to a lovely, fragrant, little flower And he sang to her of his emotion, All of his love and all of his devotion. But joy never sleeps alone For sadness too needs a home And sadness came to stay And chased that sweet joy away For these two spring-time lovers... Dancing the day, the lovers did play Singing and laughing, so unaware But doomed was this day For star-crossed lovers they Like Romeo and Juliet This day would sadness (be)get For these two spring-time lovers... For here come the spiders... Here come the spiders... The creepy crawly, hairy ugly, black tarantulas. With evil intent yeah but to tear, Apart the lives of this happy little pair. Fierce eyes bulging, lovers carouseling. Vicious teeth flashing, tiny whisperings. The sky's blue untarnished when they met Then black cloud appeared, not heaven-sent. Foretelling of the doom to pass, Poor lovers frolicking upon the grass. Then closer and closer, the monsters approach them and surround them And show their bestial features... And now come the spiders! Here come the spiders! The creepy crawly, hairy ugly, black tarantulas. The tiny little flower cries in utter helplessness. A kindly gardener rushes in with jets Of water to drown the ghastly pests. Too late is he for torn asunder are the wings, Of tiny butterfly who in past did sing. And now the little flower cries in her last hour For once two lovers they do seal with tender kiss Their new found zeal Poor lovers' broken hearts they never heal lower and colder She cries, sighs and dies but... She will see him! She will see him, in heaven.
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