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I found today,
A flutter-by,
A silver teardrop
In
its eye.
"Why do you weep?"
I ask so solemn,
"I see for
man,
A fearful Omen.
Spiritual love,
Has no man,
For beggar,
Or Great
Dame.
Only his own
Ill begotten needs,
He plants his
own
Selfish seeds."
