Fly,white butterflies,out to sea,Frail pale wings for the winds to try,Small white wings that we scarce can see Fly.
Here and there may a chance-caught eye Note in a score of you twain or three Brighter or darker of tinge or dye.
Some fly light as a laugh of glee,Some fly soft as a low long sigh:
All to the haven where each would be Fly.
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