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And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted--nevermore!
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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."
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"Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor."
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"Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore."
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"Sorrow for the lost Lenore."
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"For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore."
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"'T is some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door--
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door."
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"Here I opened wide the door;--
Darkness there, and nothing more.
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