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Annabel Lee
Edgar Allan Poe
- It was many and many a year ago,
- In a kingdom by the sea,
- That a maiden there lived whom you may know
- By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
- And this maiden she lived with no other thought
- Than to love and be loved by me.
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- I was a child and she was a child,
- In this kingdom by the sea;
- But we loved with a love that was more than
love-
- I and my Annabel Lee;
- With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
- Coveted her and me.
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- And this was the reason that, long ago,
- In this kingdom by the sea,
- A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
- My beautiful Annabel Lee;
- So that her highborn kinsman came
- And bore her away from me,
- To shut her up in a sepulchre
- In this kingdom by the sea.
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- The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
- Went envying her and me-
- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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 lie down by the
side
- Of my darling- my darling- my life and my
bride,
- In the sepulchre there by the sea,
- In her tomb by the sounding sea.
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