I wander'd 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.



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You stand in the same mundane places as everyone else, but you see this secret beauty~
-- Mimi, 4/13/10

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