„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.‘“
(Edgar Allan Poe, „The Raven“)
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