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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 someone gently rapping at my chamber door "Tis some visitors", I muttered.
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, Thrilled me- filled me with fans fantastic terror never felt before
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there steeped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore, perched above my chamber door-
"It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore". Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore". Qouth the Raven "Nevermore".
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, on the palid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming demons that is dreaming.
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