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Hope

-After Emily Dickinson

¨Hope¨ is the wing of a butterfly—

That comes out of the garden

And flies from flower to flower—

And gives the backyard life.

As Fragile as a bubble—

As colorful as a Lilac-Breasted Roller—

When the sun rises

Its beauty—Shines.

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