Death has beckoned, and I, I have no reason to beg mercy's gentle hand.

I plead guilty Your Honor, with no repentance for my crimes.

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Butterflies in mine eyes

Fly forth with my sorrow

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I expect no welcoming arms.

My misdeeds save me from such a fate,

though I do wish for Light's caress just once.

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The swing creaks as I soar toward the sky

Butterflies in mine eyes, bear me to your lofty destinations

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You offer lenience, yet I must contest this child's fate.

I have no regrets.

Give me a knife and again I'll seek a bloodied blade.

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Butterflies in mine eyes

Take me on gentle winds

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Death you took me this night,

and whether void or heaven touched light

throw me the way your hand sees fit.

I will not ask for mercy.