Behind This
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Nature, makes fly,
Little butterfly,
on the flower,
in morning hour.
The tiny bee,
one can see,
always busy,
not she lazy.
The naughty wind,
thus entwined
and pollinate;
writing fate,
of future seed...
Nature indeed,
behind this game,
in her realm.
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