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rave of the raven.

 
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all th
e seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
                                                                   -poe.
 
mother Crow.
 
rave of the raven.
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rave of the raven.

beautiful crows driven by their instincts made me look at them like some kind of rare natural texture or a painting of Jackson Pollock that came Read More

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