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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.