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I'm happiest when most away
I can bear my soul from its home of clay
On a windy night when the moon is bright
And the eye can wander through worlds of light
When I am not and none beside -
Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky -
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But only spirit wandering wide
Through infinite immensity.
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poetry is just art redefined so from there you put in passion to words that are like music