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static vomit

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-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my DARLING! My life and my bride;

In her sepulchre there by the sea—

In her tomb by the sounding sea. (POE)