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The Butterfly.
The butterfly from flower to flower
The urchin chased; and, when at last,
He caught it in my lady's bower,
He cried, “Ha, ha!” and held it fast.
The urchin chased; and, when at last,
He caught it in my lady's bower,
He cried, “Ha, ha!” and held it fast.
Awhile he laugh'd; but soon he wept,
When, looking at the prize he'd caught,
He found he had to ruin swept
The very glory he had sought.
When, looking at the prize he'd caught,
He found he had to ruin swept
The very glory he had sought.
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