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Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door
no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core
While I nodded, nearly napping,
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
the five eliments work together to creat the mood by giving a short example of the poem/story to almost sum it all up and explain the setting and charecter in different ways
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