Rubbing my eyes, I looked around at this day. The sun was shining warmly, as the farmers made hay. Then above the stream I glanced as something peculiar I could see. It was something I could not believe, could this really be? There, hovered a butterfly with locks of golden hair. It flew around and for my presence it didn't care. My mouth was wide open as I watched this beautiful thing, then as it flew across stream, a song it began to sing. "A butterfly am I with long locks of golden hair, I come here for some peace, so people do not stare. I fly above the water and see my strange reflection,
as I wondered what it was that gained so much affection." She took off again, and said, "I do not believe we have met before, but perhaps someday when we're old and grey, you'll remember me no more."
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