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Poor butterfly
'Neath the blossoms waiting.
Poor Butterfly
For she loved him so.

The moments pass into hours.
The hours pass into years.
And as she smiles through her tears,
She murmurs low:

The moon and I know that he'll be faithful
I'm sure he'll come to me by and by.
But if he don't come back
Then I'll never sigh or cry,
I just must die.
Poor Butterfly.

Poor butterfly
'Neath the blossoms trees
Poor Butterfly
For she loved him so.

But if he don't come back
Then I'll never sigh or cry,
I just must die.
Poor Butterfly.

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