Excuse me for being human
Excuse me for living my life on my terms
Excuse me for not bending my life around everyone's expectations
Excuse me if I behave differently ...
Written in April 1798, during the alarm of an invasion
A green and silent spot, amid the hills,
A small and silent dell! O'er stiller place
No singing skylark ever poised himself.
The hills are heathy, save that swelling slope,
Which hath a gay and gorgeous covering on,
All golden with the never-bloomless furze,
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