If I could build an Island
I would do it just for you,
And decorate it with butterflies,
Which you love so much; true.
If I could, I would catch a star,
The one shining so bright
And place it on your hair,
Which is as black as night.
Alas! I cannot build an Island,
Nor can I catch a real star,
But to you I stretch my hand
As a friend who is always there.
And a love that will never disappear.
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