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First I saw them through the trees
And knew that I should bend my
knees
At such a sight, before unseen,
Of bells a'dancing near the stream,
Stroked with love by the morning
dew,
In a copse of silvery blue.
I shall take them home with me,
Vivid in my memory,
Like an early morning dream,
 Those dancing bluebells near the
 stream.

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