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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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