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There's a story told of a little |
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JapaneseSitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom trees |
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Miss Butterfly's her name, a sweet little innocent child was she' |
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Till a fine young |
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American from the sea |
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To her garden came |
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They met 'neath the cherry blossoms everyday |
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And he taught her how to love the |
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American way |
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To love with her soul, 'twas easy to learn |
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Then he sailed away with a promise to return |
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Poor Butterfly' |
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Neath the blossoms waiting |
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Poor butterfly |
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For she loved him so |
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The moments pass into hours |
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The hours pass into years |
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And as she smiles through her tears |
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She murmurs low |
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The moon and |
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I know that he'll be faithful |
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I'm sure he'll come to me by and by |
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But if he won't come back then, then |
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I'll never sigh or cry |
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I just must die, poor |
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Butterfly |
