Who's so grateful to nightingales
When they excel in no painting
Who's so grateful to butterflies
When they excel in no singing
And who's so grateful to the i
When she's to excel in
All singing of the paints
And all painting of the songs
Though's still her freedom
Lesser than nightingales
And softer than
Butterflies
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