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I had glanced at the sky.
Saw paved with flower hill
Was pleasant to my eye
Sunny-coloured daffodil.
Gold sun and tiny moon
Who know, what is it real?
In the valley coming soon
Just a yellow daffodil
I feel the sun. I feel the harmonie.
For this day is it all enough?
Tortured suddenly my heart
My unrequited, my unrequited love!