This Bauble was preferred of Bees —
By Butterflies admired
At Heavenly — Hopeless Distances —
Was justified of Bird —
Did Noon — enamel — in Herself
Was Summer to a Score
Who only knew of Universe —
It had created Her.
This Bauble was preferred of Bees —
By Butterflies admired
At Heavenly — Hopeless Distances —
Was justified of Bird —
Did Noon — enamel — in Herself
Was Summer to a Score
Who only knew of Universe —
It had created Her.
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