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"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, n..

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the mor..

Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—

"And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,"

Not all devils are in Hell and not all angels are fated to bless.

It makes robbin’ you folks a bit easier

We ain't no damn Yanks

“Don’ wreck this time,” he said, passing Nova.

“I was thinking,” Barak said, “of sitting here until my arms go numb and then waiting for you to come up with something.”