THE clock struck midnight
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And through my sleeping
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I heard a tapping at my door
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I looked but nothing lay in the darkness
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And so I turned inside once more
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To my amazement
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There stood a raven
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Whose shadow hung above my door
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Then through the silence
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It spoke the one word
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That I shall hear for evermore
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Nevermore
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Thus quoth the raven, nevermore
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And still the raven remains in my room
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No matter how much I implore
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No words can soothe him
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No prayer remove him
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And I must hear for evermore
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Quoth the raven, nevermore
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Nevermore
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Thus quoth the raven, nevermore
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The Raven
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| The Alan Parsons Project |
