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In the stillness of midnight, a figure grapples with haunting memories and the specter of a raven, both a harbinger and a companion in sorrow. His purple eyes mirror the anguish of lost dreams, where the echo of cursed memories lingers. Every whisper at the door ignites fear and curiosity, as the shadow of Lenore hovers over his heart. Amidst the darkness, the heart seeks solace, yet finds only the echoing cries of demons and nameless angels. This tale explores the delicate dance between memory, loss, and the haunting beauty of the night.
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The “New” Raven • His eyes I remember never more purple 5 • One muttered only in its unbroken murmuring • My heart once more dying, burning and fearing the evil memories • Name the dreams unbroken 8 • Murmured louder at his lordly door • I open my seat to heart felt friends • The demon’s ghastly fiery ghost is dreaming unhappy songs 4 • My dreams faintly nothing but evil memories • It was late midnight and I was curious 1 • The shadow of the bird is the name Lenore • What lies deep in this grave 2 • I said madam napping on my chamber door go home • In his grave napping in midnight darkness 6 • Tis the lord of demons it echoed in the bleak deep darkness 3 • Sad and grave memories of nameless angels 7 • Remember the wind how it cried at midnight 9 • The raven meant to open the darkness and take unbroken eyes • My fantastic heart is napping in the darkness • The little raven gave little help • The foul little raven nodded at the visitor