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Underneath moonlit skies, on curving yellow roads we walked, Over elating highlands, warm rainforests her shadows I stalked. In some silent whispers, couple of nameless songs she hummed, Insinuating ideas dusted and newfangled alike, and we talked! Enjoying unblemished sunshine a marsh harrier upon us flew, Fresh smells of flowing seas of blue mountains and rambling squirrels it blew. She told me of her grandpa’s old clock, about how much he cared, Other funny little stories of her childhood she shared. And I listened wondering all the while, Upon a green leaf and little orange flowers, a butterfly hovered meanwhile. “So Cute!” Pointed Mrs. Wayne to her husband and their only son, A small fist extended as the boy captured the fly, just for the sake of fun! A lion roared in vicinity, out Mr. Wayne took his shredded gun, Four thousand feet above us all a German fighter-plane flew, under the hooded sun. The butterfly escaped the fists, the plane dived, The l...