The Raven And Other Poems
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How lucky you are, you who are about to read this poem for the first time.
I hope you read it when you're alone, at night, as I did when I first came across it.
I hope your flesh creeps and your skin crawls and the blood into ice in your veins.
These belong only to Edgar Allan Poe. I am just publishing this here for good use. All credit to the genius himself, Poe.
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