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and whispered stories
to the carnations and the violets
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happy little butterfly
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so pleased with herself, so flirty
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she looked like almond blossom
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fluttering in the cool breeze
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but the collector came along
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one spring morning
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and from a jasmine in bloom
he took our queen prisoner
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he fastened her with pins
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on a piece of black card
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and took her to his museum
of short-lived, dead beauties
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the butterflies of the dawn
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wept as they flew around the glade
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the white butterfly
settled in a carnation
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but the carnation wasn't pleased
white butterfly and red carnations
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red like the lips of someone l know