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    “Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
    It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”

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    “‘Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked, upstarting.”

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“‘Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!’”

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“And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—­nevermore!”

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