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... I saw a crowd , A host , of golden daffodils , Beside the lake , beneath the trees
, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze . ... never - ending line Along the margin of
a bay : Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance .
... I saw a crowd , A host , of golden daffodils , Beside the lake , beneath the trees
, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze . ... never - ending line Along the margin of
a bay : Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance .
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And as I watched them one still night , And saw their eager sparkling eyes , I felt
those lively seals would rise Some shiny night ere he could know , And dance
about him , heel and toe , Unto the fiddle ' s heady tune . And at the rising of the ...
And as I watched them one still night , And saw their eager sparkling eyes , I felt
those lively seals would rise Some shiny night ere he could know , And dance
about him , heel and toe , Unto the fiddle ' s heady tune . And at the rising of the ...
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... wild eyes challenged me , I knew as well as well could be I must keep step with
that young girl , Though we should dance ... fiddle broke : The moon went out :
The sea stopped dead : And , in a twinkling , all the rout Of dancing folk had fled .
... wild eyes challenged me , I knew as well as well could be I must keep step with
that young girl , Though we should dance ... fiddle broke : The moon went out :
The sea stopped dead : And , in a twinkling , all the rout Of dancing folk had fled .
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