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“In the woods the bluebells seem Like a blue and magic dream, Blue water, light and air Flow among them there. But the eager girl who pulls Bluebells up in basketfuls When she gets them home will find The magic left behind.”

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Eleanor Farjeon
Eleanor Farjeon

Eleanor Farjeon, a British author, was born on February 13, 1881, and passed away on June 5, 1965. She is known for her works in children's literature, which have been cherished by readers for generations. more

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