"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.


Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way..."

-William Wordsworth

 

 

 

 

 

 

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