From childhood's hour i have not been as others were.i have not seen as others saw i could not bring my passions from a common spring.from the same source i have not taken my sorrow. ;i couldnot taken 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 from every depth of good and ill. The mystery which binds me still;from the torrent or the fountain from the red cliff of mountain from the sun that round me rolled in its autumn tint of gold from the lightenings in the sky. As it passsed me flying by from the thunder &storm and the cloud that tork th
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