I come along most ever spring,
And with me I do always bring
A drop and little ray
Of sunshine to spread upon your way.
Rising from dark seclusions,
Breaking free from old illusions.
Finally watching the clouds drift by.
Pondering, and wondering why
My great maker chose such a little life as me
To own this little garment, given free
Woven with specks of light to display
My beautiful array.
Sitting upon a hill,
I am a daffodil.

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