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Butterflies - Haniel Long
There will be butterflies, There will be summer skies And flowers upthrust, When all that Caesar bids, And all the pyramids Are dust. There will be gaudy wings Over the bones of things, And never grief: Who says that summer skies, Who says that butterflies, Are brief?
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