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Edna St. Vincent Millay - Mariposa
Work rating: Medium

Butterflies are white and blue 
In this field we wander through. 
Suffer me to take your hand. 
Death comes in a day or two.

All the things we ever knew 
Will be ashes in that hour: 
Mark the transient butterfly, 
How he hangs upon the flower.

Suffer me to take your hand. 
Suffer me to cherish you 
Till the dawn is in the sky. 
Whether I be false or true, 
Death comes in a day or two.
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