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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary over the forgotten lore. Nearly napping, suddenly someone was gently rapping one my chamber door.
Tis some visitor, tapping on my chamber door, only this and nothing more.
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer. Darkness there and nothing more.
Sir or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; but the fact is I was napping and so gently you came rapping on my chamber door.
I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream.
Surely, surely that is something at my window lattice; let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore. Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; 'Tis the wind and nothing more.
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door
Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend! Get thee back into the tempest and the night's Plutonian shore.
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