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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.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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"Every moment of the night. Forever changing places. And they put out the star-light. With the breath from their pale faces."
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