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Jun 28, 2004 22:00

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never - nevermore ( Read more... )

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lilychld August 19 2004, 10:30:06 UTC
Your writing is amazing...

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