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Once upon a midnight dreary,

while the Poe sat weak and weary,

alone atop a grimy tombstone…

While a cold, ruthless graveyard,

thumped a poet’s wretched heart.

Flocked the craws in the driest night…

T’was it was, a dark eerie sight.

"Tis’ some visitor…"

He muttered such and nothing more.