| 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 |