From childhood s hour i have not been As others were -- I have not seen As others saw -- I could not bring My passions from a common spring -- From the same source I have not taken My sorrow -- I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone -- And all I lov d -- I lov d alone -- When -- in my childhood -- in the dawn Of a most stormy life -- was drawn From ev ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still -- From the torrent or the fountain -- From the red cliff of the mountain -- From the cun that round me roll d In its autumn tint of gold -- ----_____________________________----- From the lightning in the sky As 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 -- wM RCa 96 ---------------------------------Detach Here------------------------------------ Greetz Grey Star Star Lord Kit Luvable Chic and most importantly Angela Thanx to Edgar Allen Poe for The poem Alone all the art is mine tho l8s wm