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The wild bee reels from bough to bough With his furry coat and his gauzy wing. Now in a lily-cup, and now…Requiescat
Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear…Symphony in Yellow
An omnibus across the bridge Crawls like a yellow butterfly And, here and there, a passer-by…
