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 O my luve's like a red, red rose,
 That's newly sprunge in June:
 ,O my luve's like the melodie
  That's sweetly play'd in tune...
  
                          Robert Burns

wandered lonely as a cloud   
  that floats ao high o're 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.  

       William Wordsworth