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I wandered lonely as a
That floats on high o'er
and
When all at once a saw a
A host of
Beside the
beneath the
Fluttering and
in the
Continuous as
And twinkle on the milky way
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a
Ten thousand saw I at a
Tossing their heads in
The
beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling
in
A
could not but be gay
In such a jocund company
I
and
but little thought
What
the show to me had brought
For oft, when
In vacant or in
mood
They flash upon that inward
Which is the bliss of solitude
And then my
with
And
with the
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