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'Prophet!' .«id I, 'thing of evil! - prophe By that Heaven that bends above us!- b Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distlht A It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Li: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lcnorc?’ Quoth the raven. 'Nevermore.' ‘Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven. 'Nevermore.'
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