Does she peek in or does she peek out?
Is she a butterfly or a dreaming moth?
Will she spread her wings, flutter away?
Or will she sit, with the silence sway?
Like a demure maiden, will she acquiesce?
Or like one emboldened, will she egress?
What’ll be her decision, her path I wonder?
Will she fly today or will she again surrender?
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