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The Raven – Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my … Continue reading

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The Cremation of Sam Magee

There are strange things done in the midnight sun     By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales     That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,     … Continue reading

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