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Unformatted text preview: Yes! -- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we -- Of many far wiser than we -- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE. For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the Beautiful ANNABEL LEE: And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the Beautiful ANNABEL LEE: And so, all the night tide, I lay down by the side Of my darling -- my darling -- my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea -- In her tomb by the sounding sea....
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- Spring '10
- Edgar Allan Poe, beautiful Annabel Lee