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There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Appareled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore—
Turn wheresoe’er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

William Wordsworth

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