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A light limb'd Child, fresh as an April breeze
That shakes the daffodils; a Maiden slim
And sweeter than the bending rosy spray;
A rich and stately Woman like a tree
In fruited autumn—
That shakes the daffodils; a Maiden slim
And sweeter than the bending rosy spray;
A rich and stately Woman like a tree
In fruited autumn—
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