reach out I'll be there

To keep you feasible, I substituted you
under another form into a playful idea,
letting your memories murmur to me,
in slow-motion, [reach out, I'll be there].

The anatomy of your noble philosophy,
I metamorphosed it in papillons bleus
while my exuberance, a banal tendency,
I let it talk with the moon and wildness.

As you expected, all seemed easy, but I,
(you see...) just now I got it... [just now]

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