(freely adapted from E.A. Poe - ‘The Raven’)
And the Raven never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming
And my soul from out the shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted-
Distinctly I remember
It was in a bleak December
I was nodding, nearly napping
When there was a rapping at my chamber door
Deep into the darkness peering
I stood there, door opened, fearing
Hesitating then no longer
Sir said I or Madame, truly I implore
Darkness there and nothing more
Just the wind cried Lenore
Then there was a stately raven
Stepping in nohow craven
Perched on a bust sat the raven of yore
Croaking the word he said: Nevermore
Asked for his name on the Plutonian shore
Croaking again he quoth: Nevermore
And the bird sitting lonely
On the placid bust spoke only
That one word and nothing more
While dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor
Darkness there and nothing more
Just the wind cried Lenore
Take the beak from out my heart
Tear the shades of grief apart
Perched on a bust sat the raven of yore
Croaking the word when he said: Nevermore
Asked for his name on the Plutonian shore
Croaking again he quoth: Nevermore
Darkness there and nothing more
While my heart sighed Lenore
Eagerly I wished the morrow
To release me from my sorrow
Perched on a bust sat the raven of yore
Croaking the word he said: Nevermore
Asked for his name on the Plutonian shore
Croaking again he quoth: Nevermore
The raven the rave the raven of yore
Croaking the word he said: Nevermore
Plutonian Plutonian Plutonian shore
Croaking again he said: Nevermore

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