Alice Recites In Wonderland
Why doth the little butterfly flitter here and there
And Flap its flitting silken wings, beating through the air
Living for a day as such, this butterfly knows no lie,
And this creature must know, it shall of course soon die.
It cannot stop its place in the world and doesnt live in strife
For already it knows nothing shall stop this tragedy of life.
For beauty lasts a moments gasp before it flits away
And like a butterfly, it dies at the end of the day
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