Once upon a midnight dreary,
As my skull grinned wide and cheery,
On a stack of quaint and curious volumes of forgotten lore,
As I dipped my quill for writing, suddenly there came a frightening,
Sound of something softly lighting, lighting on my goth decor.
'Tis a bird friend, I delighted, gracing these knee highs I wore!
Quoth the Raven Nevermore.

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