Quoth the raven, "Nevermore "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.We loved with a love that was more than love.I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them.
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