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See, the grass is full of stars, Fallen in their brightness; Hearts they have of shining gold, Rays of shining whiteness.
Buttercups have honeyed hearts, Bees they love the clover, But I love the daisies' dance All the meadow over.
Blow, O blow, you happy winds, Singing summer's praises, Up the field and down the field A-dancing with the daisies.
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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