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Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore — Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'