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Once upon a midnight dreary. |
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While I pondered, weak and weary. |
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Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-.... |
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While I nodded, nearly napping, |
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Suddenly there came a tapping, |
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As of some one, gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. |
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'Tis some visitor' I muttered, tapping at my chamber door.... |
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Only this and nothing more.... |
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Distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, |
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And each seperate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. |
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Eagerly I wished the morrow... |
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Vainly I had sought to borrow... |
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From my books surcease of sorrow.... |
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Sorrow for the lost Lenore-... |
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For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-... |
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Nameless here for evermore... |
