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'Twould ease'a Butterfly'
Elate'a Bee'
Thou'rt neither'
Neither'thy capacity'

But, Blossom, were I,
I would rather be
Thy moment
Than a Bee's Eternity'

Content of fading
Is enough for me'
Fade I unto Divinity'

And Dying'Lifetime'
Ample as the Eye'
Her least attention raise on me'