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Sunday, June 16, 2013
daffodils
That floats on high o'er cales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host, of golden daffodils
Beside the lake, beneath the tress,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
-by William Wordsworth-
(Eclair, Pagi Terakhir di Rusia)
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