. Songs of the shining way . UTTERFLY, say, is it true, All that the daisies have told?Are those bright spots on your wingsMade out of rainbows and gold?Did you come down on a beam Of light that shot thro the blue?Are you a piece of the sun?Butterfly, say, is it true?. SWIM, white Moon, in the dusky blue,Swim in the still dark are the clouds that cover you; And Jimmy and Alice and ISome time, perhaps, a journey will makeAcross the sea on your silver wake. Swing, white Moon, to the breeze that blowsFrom the Milky Way so bright. Alice told me (and Alice knows),That I may climb up some n

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. Songs of the shining way . UTTERFLY, say, is it true, All that the daisies have told?Are those bright spots on your wingsMade out of rainbows and gold?Did you come down on a beam Of light that shot thro the blue?Are you a piece of the sun?Butterfly, say, is it true?. SWIM, white Moon, in the dusky blue,Swim in the still dark are the clouds that cover you; And Jimmy and Alice and ISome time, perhaps, a journey will makeAcross the sea on your silver wake. Swing, white Moon, to the breeze that blowsFrom the Milky Way so bright. Alice told me (and Alice knows),That I may climb up some night, And swing in the cradle you make for me, Higher than even the highest tree.

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