From childhood’s hour, I have not been
As others were, I have not seen,
As others saw – I could not bring
A passion for the smell of spring

My childhood, a stormy life
From every depth of good and ill,
From the lightning in the sky
As its brilliance passed me by

And still, my soul finds itself alone


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