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Theres silver blossom
In spindly trees
The other side
Of Lesser's wood
Daffodils are glowing
golden in the mist
All aligned
And swaying softly
in a south-westerly breeze
They always know
Where to look for the light
Even when the day is grey
And the fog lies heavy
On narrow shoulders

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