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From childhood's hour I have not been as others were; I have not seen at others saw; I could not bring my passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken, my sorrow; I could not awaken, my heart to joy at the same tone; and all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn of a most stormy life- was drawn from every depth of good and ill the mystery which binds me still; from the torrent, or the fountain, from the read eliff of the mountain, from the sun that round me rolled.
In its autumn tint of gold, from the lightning in the sky as it passed me flying by, from the thunder and the storm. And the cloud that took the from (When the rest of Heaven was blue) of a demon in my view.
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From childhood's hour I have not been as others were; I have not seen at others saw; I could not bring my passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken, my sorrow; I could not awaken, my heart to joy at the same tone; and all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn of a most stormy life- was drawn from every depth of good and ill the mystery which binds me still; from the torrent, or the fountain, from the read eliff of the mountain, from the sun that round me rolled.
In its autumn tint of gold, from the lightning in the sky as it passed me flying by, from the thunder and the storm. And the cloud that took the from (When the rest of Heaven was blue) of a demon in my view.
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