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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore. While I nodded nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. Tis some visitor i muttered , tapping at my chamber door, only this and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, Though my crest be worn and shaven, thou I said, art sure no craven Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore, tell me what thy lordly name is n the nights plutonian shore, Quoth the raven nevermore.
And the raven,never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting, on the pallid bust of pallas just above my chamber door. And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming. and the lamp light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor, And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, shall be lifted, nevermore!
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