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The Butterfly The last, the very last So richly, brightly dazzling yellow. Perhaps if the sun's tears could sing against a white stone. For seven weeks I've lived in here, penned up inside this ghetto. But I have found my people here. The dandelions call to me and the white chestnut candles in the court. Only I never saw another butterfly. The last, the very last. So richly, brightly dazzling yellow. Perhaps if the sun's tears could sing against a white stone. Such, such a yellow is carried lightly way up high. It went away I'm sure because it wished to kiss the world good-bye. The last, the very last. So richly, brightly dazzling yellow. Perhaps if the sun's tears could sing against a white stone. That butterfly was the last one. Butterflies don't live in here.
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