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 "I am the only being whose doom..." by Emily Bronte 
						I am the only being whose doomNo tongue would ask no eye would mourn
 I never caused a thought of gloom
 A smile of joy since I was born
 
 In secret pleasure - secret tears
 This changeful life has slipped away
 As friendless after eighteen years
 As lone as on my natal day
 
 There have been times I cannot hide
 There have been times when this was drear
 When my sad soul forgot its pride
 And longed for one to love me here
 
 But those were in the early glow
 Of feelings since subdued by care
 And they have died so long ago
 I hardly now believe they were
 
 First melted off the hope of youth
 Then Fancy's rainbow fast withdrew
 And then experience told me truth
 In mortal bosoms never grew
 
 'Twas grief enough to think mankind
 All hollow servile insincere -
 But worse to trust to my own mind
 And find the same corruption there
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