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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
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Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
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While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
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As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
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"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—
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Only this and nothing more."
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