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THE BLUE BUTTERFLY One languorous spring day, as I sat near the window Looking out into the emerald lawns A butterfly came to me, its wings, the colour of indigo My heart went into a flurry With bated breath I looked at it And when it flew I wanted to fly too, with that blue, blue butterfly The wind was strong The sun was a raining wheel of gold Each flower beamed, calling out to That blue, blue butterfly 390