I saw it there, against the sky lilting, beating, oh tiny heart. T’was a butterfly caught my eye: as I hung clothes, I saw it fly against a cloud, white and high - a minute speck, a fleeting mark. I saw it there, against the sky lilting, beating, oh tiny heart.
That’s stunning.
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Thank you. I think I missed a repetition line. Whoops.
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Just call it irregular !
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