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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore --
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While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
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| 'Tis some visitor, rapping at my chamber door -- only this and nothing more. | |
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| 'tis unconsenshial sex tiem yuo fuckne bithc ofa hoar! | |
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