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.
‘Tis some visitor,’ I muttered,
‘tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.’

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