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What I am, |
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I must not show |
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What I am thou could (not know) |
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Something between heaven and hell |
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Something that neither stood nor fell |
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Something that through thy wit or will |
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May work thee good, may work thee ill |
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Neither substance quite, nor shadow |
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Haunting lonely moor and meadow |
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Dancing by the haunted spring |
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Riding on the whirlwinds wing |
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Far less happy, for we have |
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Help nor hope beyond the grave |
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Man awakes to joy or sorrow |
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Ours the sleep that knows no morrow |
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This is all that |
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I can show |
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This is all that you may know |
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A year there is a lifetime |
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And a second but a day |
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And an older would will meet you |
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Each morn' you come away |
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The thunder's noise is our delight |
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And lightning makes us day by night |
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And in the air we dance on high |
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To the loud music of the sky |
