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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
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Your hands should move like doves.