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I never saw daffodils so beautiful.
They grew among the mossy stones—
About and about them;
Some rested their heads upon these stones,
As on a pillow, for weariness;
And the rest tossed and reeled and danced,
And seemed
As if they verily laughed with the wind
That blew upon them over the lake.
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