"Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—"
Take me down, ebony-backed,
throw my shadow to the floor. Twist my soul
from its rest and I, complacent Nevermore.
"That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour."
"That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour."
I doubt— If there were such a word, I'd shout
my tongue forced to your core.
I shake the ground you thought so firm,
irk the future from its form,
Thrust my selfish expression
irk the future from its form,
Thrust my selfish expression
toward moments stolen from before.
You safely travel out the door, say,
’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
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