He wander'd lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once he saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Words heavily borrowed from William Wordsworth (1804)
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