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Butterflies

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Eyes aloft, over dangerous places,
The children follow the butterflies,
And, in the sweat of their upturned faces,
Slash with a net at the empty skies.

So it goes they fall amid brambles,
And sting their toes on the nettle-tops,
Till, after a thousand scratches and scrambles,
They wipe their brows and the hunting stops.

Then to quiet them comes their father
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Paromita Banerjee 28 October 2018

I want the summary

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Augustus Billy Mutebesi 10 August 2016

"Heaven is beautiful, Earth is ugly,"

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