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Butterfly

What are thee
What right have you
to frolic in your sun rays
as do i dwell in shadows

To bite my thumb to you
would be to stand up to the walls
so cowardly am i, if it is a God-den
Make me smile in my sick health

as do i see your appearance
yet do i question your existence
what right have you
to curse my joy and jolly

shall you breathe me in slowly
and flutter on wee
to the sun rays do i ask
what right have thee





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