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Daydreaming
Fields of golden daffodils I see,
the cool breeze brushes my cheeks.
I hear the birds humming tunes so lovely!
The sweet scent of berries and dew-soaked grass mix.
A wonderful feeling it is!
Then a hand shook me.
I open my eyes from this bliss.
To see my teacher`s wide eyes, glaring at me.
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