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Another Song of a Fool
| This great purple butterfly, | | In the prison of my hands, | | Has a learning in his eye | | Not a poor fool understands. | | | | | | Once he lived a schoolmaster | | With a stark, denying look; | | A string of scholars went in fear | | Of his great
birch and his great book. | | | | | | Like the clangour of a bell, | | Sweet and harsh, harsh and sweet, | | That is how he
learnt so well | | To take the roses for his meat. |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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