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"But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour,
Nothing further then he uttered ~ not a feather then he fluttered~
Till I could scarecely more then mutter 'Other friends have flown before
On the marrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before'
Then the bird said 'Nevermore'"
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