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So.. how long do these titles really go? Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there cane a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "Tis some visitor," I mutter, "tapping at my chamber door- Only this and nothing more." 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 morrow- vainly I had sought to borrow. From my books surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore-Nameless here for evermore.