| Since the first of hours, of childhood and thereon
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| In all my views and pond’rings, I have felt alone
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| Beauty I had savored in other sights than all
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| And a twisted grandeur I’ve seen in things that fall
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| I always found fulfillment, being on my own
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| And in my plays and passions I hit my distinct tone
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| From their source of delights, peace I never found
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| But from deep within me, my true self was unbound
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| Enter the wolf!
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| Night hunt, so cold!
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| Wolf heart, so lone!
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| Soul eyes, so blind!
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| Dark star, so bright
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| Sprawling was my anger, being chained to their
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| Notions uniforms and ambitions so austere
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| But that wrath transcended to a thing divine
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| Creations and catharsis and pride, they were all mine
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| Pride alike the peacock, I felt it to the core
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| From every cell and marrow, its results did outpour
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| Like the bird’s adornment the wheel magnificent
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| It had manifested in beauty of no end
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| Now spread thy wheel! |