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Beautiful, thoughtful Buttercup Loved to look up, up, up A night never passed, a day didn’t go by When sweet lovely butter-c didn’t stare at the sky.
How can something so small grow to be so beautiful? Let the light shine down on me like I'm in a play or a musical. Be the love that showers me & help me bloom, Don't pick me up only to carry me into a dark room & filled with negative fume
We're growing up, but not much Our knowledge had just been hatched Wisdom of a neophyte Still lots of matches to ignite
your midnight drives up to the next town or walmart or that short walk to 7/11 for a slurpee and a smoke for your drunken rambles state of euphoric proclamations and sober but heartfelt confessions