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4.04sover many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
2.73sI nodded, nearly napping.
2.07sSuddenly, there came a tapping,
3.22sas of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
2.37s'Tis some visitor... I muttered.
2.99stapping at my chamber door,
2.3sonly this and nothing more.
3.97sAre we scared yet ? Bart, he's establishing mood.
3.2sAh, distinctly I remember,
3.05sit was in the bleak December, and each separate dying ember...
2.1swrought its ghost upon the floor.
4.39sEagerly I wished the morrow. Vainly I had sought to borrow from my books...
3.57ssurcease of sorrow. Hmm ? Huh ?
4.1sSorrow for the lost lenore. Oh, Lenore.
4.22sFor the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named lenore,
2.92snameless here forevermore.
3.92sAnd the silken, sad, uncertain rustling...