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| Butterfly Meadow |
She rested under the willow tree,
The branches low and swinging free,
Catkins drooping overhead,
That is where she rested her weary head,
A ghost of butterfly,
In a meadow where she used to fly,
Watching now the butterflies in the sky,
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