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(A Song)
When I lay down / In a clover place, / With eyelids closed, / In a clover place, / A little wind came to my face.
One gentle wind / Blew on my mouth, / And I said, "It will quiver by. / What little wind now can it be?" / And I lay still / Where the clovers were.
But when I raised my lids to see, / Then it was a butterfly.