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What I am, 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 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
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The Loud Music Of The Sky
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