And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me; admittedly because on its countenance it wore
A majestic blush, so faintly gaping open-mouthed,
So gently swaying to the sound of bird-wings playing,
Playing to the Raven's call, to the sound of gayful playing
And the sigh of Raven's call she shall hear
Ah - nevermore!
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