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THE RAVIN'

And Her Heinous, never flitting, wrapped in black is sitting, sitting

And her eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming

And the lamplight o'er her streaming throws sulfuric shadows on the floor

In this room by horror haunted -- tell me truly, I implore

Is there balm in Gilead? Is there surcease from She and Gore?

Quoth Dick Morris, "Nevermore"

Leni

[Richard from IL]

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