BUTTERFLY by Leroy F. Jackson
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| Butterfly, butterfly, Sit on my chin, Your wings are like tinsel, So yellow and thin. Butterfly, butterfly, Give me a kiss; If you give me a dozen There's nothing amiss. Butterfly, butterfly, Off to the flowers,-- Wee, soulless sprite Of the long summer hours. |
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