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    Butterflies dance in the garden
    White tiger, Grass yellow, Psyche
    They skim past unseen hurdles
    I watch them from my window
    My hands gripping the white painted metal bars
    Their wings flutter away
    And my bland soul gets struck with a moment of elegance
    I stare at them, watching them go
    zig-zag, zig-zag
    They always dance in the garden
    They never come inside.

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