As the sun rose, a fluttering of wings
I heard, in the butterfly bush,
Bringing an end to the night's hush,
Ushering the beauty of spring mornings.
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The dreams of youth germinate
Into cocoons of silky threads
Patiently woven over endless years.
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One evening, sheltered from the wind and the rain
At ease in a little cove, enjoying his Southern Comfort
The sail, a happy and soft tune exchanging
Between the mast and the rigging
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Les rêves de jeunesse se transforment
En cocons de vers à soie
Patiemment tissés au fil des ans.
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