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Annabel Lee
For the moon never beams without
bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I
feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-time, I
lie down by the side
Of my darling - my darling - my
life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the
sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
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