edgar allen poe sad storie
From childhood hours I have not been as others were I have not seen what others saw i could not bring my passions spring
From the same source i have taken my sorrow has not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone all I lov'd , I lov'd alone
Then in my chlidhood in the dawn in the most stormy life was drawn
From every dpth of good and ill the mystery which binds me still
From the torrent, or the fountain From the red cliff of the mountain
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