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A purple autumn flower,
a golden autumn butterfly;
the flower is a new blossom,
the butterfly just born,
flitting happily between one
flower and the next; then
at night, a cold wind comes
and the flower petals fall to
the ground, while among
them lies the little butterfly
now dead; in the daytime, both
were alive; come night, both
were dead; everything that lives
is the same; have you ever seen
a thousand year-old crane?
It is said they live only
on top of tall and ancient pines!
