Found, yet lost
In my purple
Butterfly trough
Strange, yet sane
With the wind’s
Grasping mane
Sought, but not searched
The season of
Owl’s lurch
In my purple
Butterfly trough
Strange, yet sane
With the wind’s
Grasping mane
Sought, but not searched
The season of
Owl’s lurch
tigers
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