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For oft, when on my couch I lie,
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon the inward eye,
Which is a bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils. :)
For oft, when on my couch I lie,
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon the inward eye,
Which is a bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils. :) 
