once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered weak and weary
over history, lit, econs, ki and math somemore
while i nodded, near napping, suddenly there came a tapping
as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'tis my mother," i muttered, "rapping at my chamber door,
only her and nothing more."
ah, distinctly i remember, it was in the
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