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“It's strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.” 
          	― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

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Annabel Lee By Edgar Allan Poe.
          
          It was many and many a year ago, 
             In a kingdom by the sea, 
          That a maiden there lived whom you may know 
             By the name of Annabel Lee; 
          And this maiden she lived with no other thought 
             Than to love and be loved by me. 
          
          I was a child and she was a child, 
             In this kingdom by the sea, 
          But we loved with a love that was more than love— 
             I and my Annabel Lee— 
          With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven 
             Coveted her and me. 
          
          And this was the reason that, long ago, 
             In this kingdom by the sea, 
          A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling 
             My beautiful Annabel Lee; 
          So that her highborn kinsmen came 
             And bore her away from me, 
          To shut her up in a sepulchre 
             In this kingdom by the sea. 
          
          The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, 
             Went envying her and me— 
          Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, 
             In this kingdom by the sea) 
          That the wind came out of the cloud by night, 
             Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. 
          
          But our love it was stronger by far than the love 
             Of those who were older than we— 
             Of many far wiser than we— 
          And neither the angels in Heaven above 
             Nor the demons down under the sea 
          Can ever dissever my soul from the soul 
             Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 
          
          For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams 
             Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 
          And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes 
             Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 
          And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side 
             Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, 
             In her sepulchre there by the sea— 
             In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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“Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn't carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.” 
          ― Stephen King