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Alone - by Edgar Allan Poe

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Alone
by Edgar Allan Poe

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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 tones
And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn of a most stormy life was drawn
From ev'ry 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 roll'd in its autumn tint of gold
From the lightning in the sky as it pass'd 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

I opened the DoorThe Tale Of Peter Rabbit, by Beatrix Potter

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