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The Butterfly Lyrics
This evening the moon dreams more lazily
As some fair woman, lost in
cushions deep
With gentle hand caresses listlessly
The contour of
her breasts before she sleeps
On velvet backs of avalanches soft
She often lies enraptured as she dies
And gazes on white visions
aloft
Which like a blossoming to heaven rise
When sometimes on this
globe, in indolence
She lets a secret tear drop down, by chance
A
poet, set against oblivion
Takes in his hand this pale and furtive
tear
This opal drop where rainbow hues appear
And hides it in his
breast far from the sun
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