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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 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 red
cliff 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
form (When the rest of
Heaven was
blue)
Of a
demon in my view.
And now for something completely different
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And now for something completely different
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia- Fear of long words
Unfortunate losses have names
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