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martes, 6 de octubre de 2009

The clock struck midnightAnd through my sleepingI heard a tapping at my doorI looked but nothing lay in the darknessAnd so I turned inside once moreTo my amazementThere stood a ravenWhose shadow hung above my doorThen through the silenceIt spoke that one wordThat I shall hear forever moreNevermoreThus quoth the raven, nevermoreAnd still the raven remains in my roomNo matter how much I imploreNo words can soothe himNo prayer remove himAnd I must hear for evermoreQuoth the raven, nevermoreThus quoth the ravenNevermore

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