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A
large
cloud of butterflies e
flutters by; They
dip
and dodge and chase each
other 'round, Stretching way,
way up into the sky, And
landing here and there upon
the ground; They're very,
very pleasing to the
eye, And never do
they
ever
make
a
sound.
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A forceful
f gust of
wind
blows
them away, And clears my
view as though they'd never
been; Although they briefly
brightened up my day, I don't
believe that they'll be back
again; I really wish they'd
had more
time to
stay; I'll
miss the
feel of wings
against my
skin.
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