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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 Demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor ;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted — nevermore !
