Birthday: 05/23
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From childhood's hour I have not beenAs others were -- I have not seenAs others saw -- I could not bringMy passions from a common spring --From the same source I have not takenMy sorrow -- I could not awakenMy heart to joy at the same tone --And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone --Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawnOf a most stormy life -- was drawnFrom ev'ry depth of good and illThe mystery which binds me still --From the torrent, or the fountain --From the red cliff of the mountain --From the sun that 'round me roll'dIn its autumn tint of gold --From the lightning in the skyAs it pass'd me flying by --From the thunder, and the storm --And the cloud that took the form(When the rest of Heaven was blue)Of a demon in my view --by.. Edgar Allan Poe
Once it smiled a silent dellWhere the people did not dwell;They had gone unto the wars,Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,Nightly, from their azure towers,To keep watch above the flowers,In the midst of which all dayThe red sun-light lazily lay.Now each visitor shall confessThe sad valley's restlessness.Nothing there is motionless --Nothing save the airs that broodOver the magic solitude.Ah, by no wind are stirred those treesThat palpitate like the chill seasAround the misty Hebrides!Ah, by no wind those clouds are drivenThat rustle through the unquiet HeavenUneasily, from morn till even,Over the violets there that lieIn myriad types of the human eye --Over the lilies there that waveAnd weep above a nameless grave!They wave: -- from out their fragrant topsEternal dews come down in drops.They weep: -- from off their delicate stemsPerennial tears descend in gems.by Edgar Allan Poe
Thy soul shall find itself alone'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone --Not one, of all the crowd, to pryInto thine hour of secrecy:Be silent in that solitude Which is not loneliness -- for thenThe spirits of the dead who stood In life before thee are againIn death around thee -- and their willShall then overshadow thee: be still.For the night -- tho' clear -- shall frown --And the stars shall look not down,From their high thrones in the Heaven,With light like Hope to mortals given --But their red orbs, without beam,To thy weariness shall seemAs a burning and a feverWhich would cling to thee for ever :Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish --Now are visions ne'er to vanish --From thy spirit shall they passNo more -- like dew-drop from the grass:The breeze -- the breath of God -- is still --And the mist upon the hillShadowy -- shadowy -- yet unbroken,Is a symbol and a token --How it hangs upon the trees,A mystery of mysteries! --by Edgar Allan Poe
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Im not going to use gaia anymore...
So if you guys are my friends im sorry and good bye forever.... talk2hand talk2hand talk2hand talk2hand talk2hand talk2hand talk2hand talk2hand talk2hand talk2hand talk2hand talk2hand talk2hand talk2hand talk2hand talk2hand talk2hand talk2hand talk2hand talk2hand talk2hand talk2hand neutral neutral neutral neutral neutral neutral neutral neutral question ? question ? confused
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