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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 molly! Nodded nearly napping suddenly. There came a tapping as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. This some visitor! I muttered, tapping at my chamber door. Only this and nothing more. Ah! Distinctly! I remember it was in the bleak december. I need separate dying ember, wrought its ghost upon the floor eagerly. I wished tomorrow vainly I had sought to borrow from my books, surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost lenore, for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore! Nameless here forevermore! And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain thrilled me, filled me with fantastic terrors. Never felt before, so that now to still the beating of my heart I stood repeating to some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. Yes, it is, had nothing more presently. My soul grew stronger. Hesitating. Then. No longer, sir! Said I. Or Madam, truly your forgiveness. I implore. But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, and so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, that I scarce was sure I heard you here. I opened wide the door darkness there, and nothing more deep into that darkness, peering long. I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams, no mortal ever dared to dream before. But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, and the only word there spoken was the whispered word. You know this! I whispered! And an echo murmured back the word. No, no! Merely this, and nothing more back into the chamber, turning all my soul within me, burning soon again! I heard tapping somewhat louder than before. Surely! Said I. Surely that is something at my window lattice. Let me see then what they're at is, and this mystery explore! Let my heart be still a moment. And this mystery explorer! Tis the wind, and nothing more open here! I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter in there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore, not the least obeisance, made he not a minute, stopped, or stayed here. But with mine of Lord or lady perched above my chamber door, perched upon a bust of palace just above my chamber door perched and sat, and nothing more. Then the 70 bird, beguiling my sad face into smiling, by the grave and stern decorum of the countenance. At war, though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou! I said. Our short, no craven, ghastly, grim, and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore. Tell me what my lordly name is on the nights Plutonium shore! Close to raven. Nevermore much! I marveled. There's some mainly foul to hear discourse so plainly, though its answer little meaning did a relevancy. Poor! For we cannot help agreeing that no human living human being ever, yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door! Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, with such a name as Nevermore! But the Ravens sitting lonely on the placid bust spoke only that one word, as if his soul, and that one word he did outpour nothing further than he uttered. Lot of feather! Then he fluttered. Did I? Scarcely more than muttered. Other friends have flown before on the moral. He will leave me! Has my hopes have flown before then? The bird said Nevermore, startled at the stillness, broken by reply. So aptly spoken, doubtless that I what it utters is only stock in store, caught from some unhappy master, whom Unmerciful disaster followed fast, and followed faster to his songs. One burden bore to the dirges of his hope, that melancholy burden bore never Nevermore! But the Ravens still be guiding on white fancy, and smiling straight, I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust indoor. Then, upon the velvet, sinking, I took myself the linking fancy upon to fancy thinking what this ominous bird of yore, with this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore mint! In cracking Nevermore! This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing to the fowl! Those fiery eyes now burned into my bosom! Score this and more! I sat divining with my head at ease, reclining and the cushions, velvet lining. Let the lamp light gloated, or but whose velvet violet lining! The lamp lighting, gloating your! She shall press, uh Nevermore! Then! We thought! The year grew denser perfumed from an unseen sensor swung by Seraphim. Those footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. Wretch! I cried. My God! Hath lengthy by these angels! He has sent the respite respite and nepenthe e from the memories of lenore, this kind of lengthy, and forget, this lost lenore, quoth the raven Nevermore profits! And I think of Evil Prophet! Still, If bird or devil, whether tempter sent, or whether Tempest tossed thee here ashore, desolate, yet all undaunted on this desert land! Enchanted on this home by horror haunted! Tell me truly, I implore. Is there is there both Gilead? Tell me. Tell me I implore with the raven nevermore profits! I think of evil Prophet still, if bird or devil, by that Heaven that bends above! By that God! We both adore till the soul with sorrow laden if within the distant it shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name! No! No class, for rare and reading! Made whom the angels named the new hall, quoth the raven Nevermore! Be that word or sign of parting bird or fiend! I shrieked! Up starting! Get the back into the tempest and the night's plutonium shore! Leave no black plume, as a token of that lie thy soul shall has spoken! Leave my loneliness and broken, quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out! My heart! Take my form from off my door! Cause the raven nevermore! And the raven never flitting still. Is sitting still, is sitting on the palate, busted past, just above my chamber door. His eyes have all see me. What demons that is dreaming. Mhm. And the lamb plate over him, streaming through his shadow on the floor. And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor shall be lifted nevermore.