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by brytneyxlove May 17, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
From the childhood 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.