I Never Saw Another Butterfly

I Never Saw Another Butterfly - . . In the And c That l As...

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That bit of filth in dirty walls, And all around barbed wire, And 3o,ooo souls who sleeP V/ho once will wake And once wiil see Their own blood sPilled. I was once a little child, Three years ago, That child who longed for other worlds' But now I am no more a child For I have learned to hate. I am a grown-uP Person now, I have known fear. Bloody words and a dead daY then, That's something different than bogeymen! But anyw ay, I still believe I only sleep today, That I'11 wake up, a child again, and start to laugh and play' I'll go back to childhood sweet like a briar rose' Like a bell that wakes us from a dream, Like a mother with an ailing child Loves him with aching woman's love' How tragic, then, is Youth that lives With enemies, with gallows ropes' How tragic, then, for chitdren on your lap To say: this for the good, that for the bad' Somewhere, far away out there, childhood sweetly sleeps, Along that Path among the trees, There o'er that house That was once mY
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Unformatted text preview: . . In the And c That l As litt These Amot Open And A lot They :_% i:'!\ q.l @ q; # Y In the flame of candles by my bed, I sleep And once perhaps I'11 understand That I was such a little thing, As little as this song. These 3o,ooo souls who sleep Among the trees will wake, Open an eye And because they see A lot They'Il fall asleep again . . . Hanui Hachenburg IX. tg44 *#;# '$ ,LQi"t r$# T 3, THE BUTTERFLY The last, the very last, So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yeilow. Perhaps if the sun's tears would sing against a white stone. Such, such a yellow Is carried lightly '*ry up high. It went away I'm sure because it wished to kiss the world good-bye. For seven weeks I've lived in here. Penned up inside this ghetto. But I have found what I love here. The dandelions call to me And the white chestnut branches in the court. Only I never saw another butterfly. That butterfly was the last one. Butterflies don't live in here, in the ghetro. 4. 6. tg4z Pauel Friedmann { I I r _ i 9...
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This note was uploaded on 06/16/2008 for the course ENG 108 taught by Professor Fabbro during the Spring '08 term at Monroe CC.

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