http://books.guardian.co.uk/news/articles/0,,2054283,00.html
The original:
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.
The rap:
I wandered lonely along as if I was a cloud
That floats on high over vales and hills
When all at once I looked down and saw a crowd
And in my path there was a host of golden daffodils
so Check it!
The kind of sight that puts your mind at ease
I saw beside the lake and beneath the trees ...
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