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Butterflies...flowers that fly and all but sing.

Robert Frost

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Robert Frost
Age: 88 †
Born: 1874
Born: March 26
Died: 1963
Died: January 29
Pedagogue
Playwright
Poet
Writer
San Francisco County
California
Robert Lee Frost
Butterflies
Butterfly
Flowers
Sing
Flower

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