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Alone by Edgar Allan Poe
From childhoods hour I have not been
As others wereI have not seen
As others sawI could not bring
My passions from a common spring
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrowI could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone
And all I lovdI lovd alone
Thenin my childhoodin the dawn
Of a most stormy lifewas drawn
From evry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still
From the torrent, or the fountain
From the red cliff of the mountain
From the sun that round me rolld
In its autumn tint of gold
From the lightning in the sky
As it passd me flying by
From the thunder, and the storm
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view
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