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 some one gently rapping, rapping at my
chamber door -
‘»Tis some visiter», I muttered, «tapping at my chamber
door -
Only this and nothing more.»
Ah, distinctly I remember
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