A pure white butterfly
Fluttered out on to the stage
During the final act
After the lovers died
The whole audience gasped
At its nonchalance and grace
As if to belie any tragedy here
With a continuing motif
For the play after the play
Where they would assuredly
Go on to other lovers
Which the audience approved
With thunderous applause
While the butterfly took her bows
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