Hey, Butterfly,
Who stitched for you, this silky robe
with flowers sewn on it?
Where did you get it from?
Each flower you kiss and hug
And drink honey from it's mug
Where you are coming from
to play and roam daily here?
Change is there never in your age
I can find only beauty in your body
Is there no greying, death and disease
Oh beauty, in your clan?
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