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On the rock, they scorch Like a drop of fire From a brandished torch, Fall two red fans of a butterfly: No turf, no rock,--in their ugly stead, See, wonderful blue and red!
Read it through once
On the rock, they scorch Like a drop of fire From a brandished torch, Fall two red fans of a butterfly: No turf, no rock,--in their ugly stead, See, wonderful blue and red!