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But the Raven


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But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour
Nothing farther 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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Gif: Isaí Moreno.