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"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore - Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
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