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 scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
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really, Poe?? You are strange!
I was just about to ask who wrote that and ask if you could put the whole thing on there, but I realized it was from Edgar Allen Poe. Very cool! I like him a lot too!!
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