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I've watched you now a full half hour self, poised upon that yellow flower.0:11
And little butterfly indeed.0:18
I know not if you sleep or feed.0:20
And then what joy awaits you when the breeze hath found you out among the trees and calls you forth again?0:28
This plot of orchard ground is ours.0:36
My trees, they are my sister's flowers.0:39
Here, rest your wings when they are weary.0:41
Here lodge as in a sanctuary.0:45
Sit near us on the bough.0:51
Well, talk of sunshine and of sun and summer days when we were young.0:53
Sweet, childish days that were as long as 20 days are now.0:59
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