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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,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door
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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