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      "text": "Earth has not anything to show more fair:Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty:This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning: silent, bare,Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky ….",
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    {
      "text": "I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze …", 
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