I was a butterfly, flying contentedly
Then I awoke as Ondřej.
And now I don't know who I really am -
A butterfly who dreams that he is Ondřej,
Or Ondřej who dreamt that he was a butterfly.
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Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; if you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry "Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!" -- Thomas Parke D'Invilliers
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