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| − | I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. During these fits of absolute unconsciousness I drank, God only knows how often or how much. As a matter of course, my enemies referred the insanity to the drink rather than the drink to the insanity. - '''E.A. Poe'''
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| − | =[http://search.able2know.com/About/2992.html Alone] by [http://search.able2know.com/Books___Literature/Poetry/P/Poe__Edgar_Allan/index.html Edgar Allan Poe]=
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| − | From childhood's hour I have not been
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| − | As others were — I have not seen
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| − | As others saw — I could not bring
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| − | My passions from a common spring —
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| − | From the same source I have not taken
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| − | My sorrow — I could not awaken
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| − | My heart to joy at the same tone —
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| − | And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone —
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| − | Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
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| − | Of a most stormy life — was drawn
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| − | From ev'ry depth of good and ill
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| − | The mystery which binds me still —
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| − | From the torrent, or the fountain —
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| − | From the red cliff of the mountain —
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| − | From the sun that 'round me roll'd
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| − | In its autumn tint of gold —
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| − | From the lightning in the sky
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| − | As it pass'd me flying by —
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| − | From the thunder, and the storm —
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| − | And the cloud that took the form
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| − | (When the rest of Heaven was blue)
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| − | Of a demon in my view —
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| − | =~§~INFANT SORROW~§~=
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| − | My mother groand! my father wept.
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| − | Into the dangerous world I leapt:
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| − | Helpless, naked, piping loud;
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| − | Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
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| − | Struggling in my fathers hands:
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| − | Striving against the swaddling bands:
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| − | Bound and weary I thought best
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| − | To sulk upon my mother's breast.
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| − | - WILLIAM BLAKE
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| − | Former Second Generation member born in [[1980]]. Currently living in [[San Diego]]
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