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Two butterflies went out at noon
And waltzed above a stream,
Then stepped straight through the firmament
And rested on a beam;
And then together bore away
Upon a shining sea,--
Though never yet, in any port
Their coming mentioned be.
If spoken by the distant bird,
If met in ether sea
By frigate or by merchantman,
Report was not to me.
Brent
Ok, as you may have noticed, like some enterprizing Joker got in and made a mess of things on the site.
We are working on putting it back the way it is supposed to be.
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