| Somehow by fate misguided,
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| A buttercup resided
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| In the mandarin’s orchid garden.
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| A buttercup that did not please
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| The lovely peace of such a place.
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| And so it simply above
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| And begged each orchids pardon,
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| The little buttercup in the orchid garden.
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| The bees keep passing daily
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| And kiss the orchids dearly,
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| In the mandarin’s orchid garden.
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| A buttercup sighed longingly,
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| But love was not for such as she.
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| And so under the tree of love hanged I
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| Still begging pardon,
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| The lonely buttercup in the orchid garden.
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| I too have been misguided;
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| To long have I resided
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| In the mandarin’s orchid garden.
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| And all for friendliness I am,
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| I do not know which way to talk.
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| Alone must I keep
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| To beg each lady’s pardon.
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| A lonely buttercup
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| In the orchid garden. |