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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high
o'er vales and hills, when all at once
I saw a crowd, a host of golden daffodils;
beside the lake,
beneath the trees,
fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

- William Wordsworth

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