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Unformatted text preview: The 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'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....
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- Spring '08
- Edgar Allan Poe