The sun will never burn so bright
now that I've been a creature of the night
wolf
Bat
Owl
Some type of mouse
fox
THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
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The earth, and every common sight,
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To me did seem
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Apparell'd in celestial light,
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The glory and the freshness of a dream.
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It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
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Turn wheresoe'er I may,
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By night or day,
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The things which I have seen I now can see no more
- William Wordsworth |