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To -- -- --. Ulalume: A Ballad

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The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere-
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir-
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Here once, through an alley Titanic,
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fresh avacado 24 April 2018
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bob joey 28 January 2018
VVVmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sandmany sand
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Subhas Chandra Chakra 11 September 2016
'She is warmer than Dian: She rolls through an ether of sighs- She revels in a region of sighs: She has seen that the tears are not dry on These cheeks, where the worm never dies, And has come past the stars of the Lion, To point us the path to the skies- Quite adorable poem.
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* Sunprincess * 16 September 2015
......an imaginative masterpiece...so mysterious ?
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Matej Krevs 14 June 2009
You can view my reading of the begening of this poem on you tube, simply write Matej Krevs and there it is. (the interesting part is (maybe) that i am from Slovenia, so i have an east european accent :)
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