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[isneezeii]

I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o'er Vales & Hills
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of dancing Daffodils;
Along the Lake, beneath the trees,
Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not but be gay
In such a laughing company:
I gaz'd - and gaz'd - but

Comments

[chronoso]

you read the review of the G7 and still want it? do you speak the same language as the reviewer?