Der Rabe Page #2

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Get thee back into the tempest and the

Nights Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie

thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken!

quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take

thy form from off my door!

Quoth the Raven,

"Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting,

still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my

chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming

of a demons that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light oer him streaming throws

his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies

floating on the floor

Shall be liftednevermore!

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