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There's a story told of a little JapaneseSitting demurely 'neath the cherry blossom treesMiss Butterfly's her nameA sweet little innocent child was sheTill a fine young American from the seaTo her garden cameThey met beneath the cherry blossoms every dayAnd he taught her how to love the American wayTo love with a soul 'twas easy to learnThen he sailed away with a promise to returnPoor Butterfly 'neath the blossoms waitingPoor Butterfly, for she loved him soThe moments pass into hoursThe hours pass into yearsAnd as she smiles through her tearsShe murmurs lowThe moon and IKnow that he'll be faithfulI'm sure he'll come to me by and byBut if he won't come backThen I'll never sigh or cryI just must diePoor Butterfly Aus Songtexte Mania