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And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each table sheet
Thrilled me—filled me with waiting fantastic pleasures never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"Tis intriguing Olivia entreating entrance at the Ambition door—
Such awesome Olivia entreating entrance at the Ambition door;"—
This is it and "Everything more.”
But Olivia still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I slid my seat in front of Olivia, her bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sheets I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous woman of yore—
What this sexy, sultry, and yes ominous woman of yore
Drove me to softly croak "Everything more"
Then, after, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Angel,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from my memories of Olivia and more;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this wonderful Olivia and more!"
What? Why? Quoth my too-soon empty wallet “Because nothing more.”
Poe - the Raven (sort of but not really, some words have changed)
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And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each table sheet
Thrilled me—filled me with waiting fantastic pleasures never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"Tis intriguing Olivia entreating entrance at the Ambition door—
Such awesome Olivia entreating entrance at the Ambition door;"—
This is it and "Everything more.”
But Olivia still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I slid my seat in front of Olivia, her bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sheets I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous woman of yore—
What this sexy, sultry, and yes ominous woman of yore
Drove me to softly croak "Everything more"
Then, after, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Angel,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from my memories of Olivia and more;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this wonderful Olivia and more!"
What? Why? Quoth my too-soon empty wallet “Because nothing more.”
Poe - the Raven (sort of but not really, some words have changed)
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