Awik Balaian

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    Filmmaker, photographer, fine artist

    From childhood's hour I have not been
    As others were — I have not seen
    As others saw — I could not bring
    My passions from a common spring —
    From the same source I have not taken
    My sorrow — I could not awaken
    My heart to joy at the same tone —
    And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone —
    Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
    Of a most stormy life — was drawn
    From ev'ry depth of good and ill
    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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