Alone
(an exerpt)
by Edgar Allen Poe
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.
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