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"To a Daffodil" by Alex Posey

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When Death has shut the blue skies out from me, 
Sweet Daffodil, 
And years roll on without my memory, 
Thou'lt reach thy tender fingers down to mine of clay, 
A true friend still, 
Although I'll never know thee till the Judgment Day. 

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