  BUTTERFLY, Butterfly, Roaming thro’ the air— Flying here, flying there, Flying—ev’rywhere. Bending o’er the roses’ petals, Drinking of their dew, Then away—with quick dart— Cleaving towards the blue! Butterfly, Butterfly, Roaming thro’ the air— If I, like you, had privilege, To wander ev’rywhere. I’d spread my wings and soar up! up! Straight to Heav’n’s door— And when I got there Butterfly, I’d roam no more! |
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