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*Sigh.*
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-hugs tightly-
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(Hugs tightly back.)
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I love yew
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I love you, too.
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I'm pissed.
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Because of that?
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Of what are you understanding?
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Yes. He doesn't deserve that!!!
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Why you've lost faith.
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I agree.
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Preety much.. ^-^'
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It's stupid bulls---
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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, nearly napping, suddenly there
came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. Tis some visitor, I muttered, 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 sorrowsorrow for
the lost Lenore For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore Nameless here for evermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each
purple curtain Thrilled mefilled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I
stood repeating
Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my
chamber door Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; This it is and nothing more. Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then
no longer, Sir, said I, or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you
came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my
chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard youhere I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood
there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness
gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the
whispered word, Lenore? This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, Lenore! Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within
me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
Surely, said I, surely that is something at my
window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; Tis the wind and nothing more! Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a
flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute
stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my
chamber door Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou, I said, art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Nights Plutonian shore! Quoth the Raven Nevermore. Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear
discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaninglittle relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living
human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his
chamber door Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as Nevermore. But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust,
spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he utterednot a feather
then he fluttered
Till I scarcely more than muttered Other friends
have flown before On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before. Then the bird said Nevermore. Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly
spoken, Doubtless, said I, what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom
unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs
one burden bore Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden boreOf Nevernevermore. But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into
smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to
linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous
bird of yore What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking Nevermore. This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable
expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosoms core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at
ease reclining
On the cushions velvet lining that the lamp-light
gloated oer, But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating oer, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed
from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
Wretch, I cried, thy God hath lent theeby
these angels he hath sent thee
Respiterespite and nepenthe from thy
memories of Lenore; Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore! Quoth the Raven Nevermore. Prophet! said I, thing of evil!prophet still, if
bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land
enchanted
On this home by Horror hauntedtell me truly, I
implore Is thereis there balm in Gilead?tell metell me, I implore! Quoth the Raven Nevermore. Prophet! said I, thing of evil!prophet still, if
bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above usby that God we both adore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the
distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels
name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore. Quoth the Raven Nevermore. Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!
I shrieked, upstarting Get thee back into the tempest and the Nights Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy
soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!quit the bust
above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door! Quoth the Raven Nevermore. And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is
sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demons
that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light oer him streaming throws his
shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be liftednevermore! -
You don't deserve that.
I couldn't have said that better, love.
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