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I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud (Tufty Version) I wandered lonely along as if I was a cloud That floats on high over vales and hills When all at once I looked down and saw a crowd And in my path there was a host of golden daffodils So check it The kind of sight that puts your mind at ease I saw beside the lake and beneath the trees And they moved me Like they were based on the quays They were fluttering and dancing inside the breeze, it's indefinite Just like the stars that shine up in the belt of Orion Across to the Milky Way They stretched along the coast in a never ending line All across the water margin of the gold and silver bay Must have been ten thousand I saw in my retina No more than a glance then I register they're beautiful etc I never knew in advance but they were tossing up their heads like a pogo dance In a contrast to the plants that were way beside them They really crushed and sparkled added to the marvel When the writer couldn't help feeling bright like a sunbeam Because the flowers and the waves they were quite something Across the spot, just lost the plot just Watched and watched all the yellow and green And at the time I didn't really have to pay them no mind But when I think back to the day it was a hell of a scene So often when I'm on my couch just sitting In a vague mood or idle position With nothing to do, my face screwed time ticking Got to rewind to my vision I get a flashback in my mind's eye Feel the bliss of solitude from the hindsight My heart fills up until the pressure will spill Yeah I'm taken back to dancing with the daffodils. Respect Wordsworth DOWNLOAD IT - DAFFODILS MP3 I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud (Original) I wandered 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. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed - and gazed - but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
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