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My thoughts flit around

Like butterflies

On gossamer wings

Soaring on currents

Of glorious memories

Only to descend steeply

Into melancholy valleys

Pausing on a flower of love

To drink your heady nectar

Till it is time to move on

To lands unknown

And gardens unseen

To fly is to keep living

For thoughts want to be free

Like butterflies

On gossamer wings.

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