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1- The raven : by Edgar Allen Poe 1)Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. 2)Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the ...

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