One upon a midnight dreary,while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore.
suddenly there came a tapping of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door
the rustling of purple curtains filled me with fantastic terrors i've never felt before
a raven came in his chamber and sat down on his bust of pallas. he perched and sat and nothing more.
the bird sat on his chamber door and he began to study it.
suddenly the bird turned into an angel and he fainted. The End
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