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,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my
chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber
door;
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I
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