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Then the ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
" thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
MESH eyes.
