I fall from the holy empire,an angel that loosing his path.
I am tormented with passion and fire, i am tormented with pride,greed and lust
The raven,
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
I am dreaming flying higher and higher, i am dreaming hope, fear,love and pain
My gracefull forbidden desire,they always call whisper my name
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted,
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore.
whisper
whether
truly
token
throws
thing
there
tempter
stood
suddenly
still
sitting
shrieked
spoken
shall
quoth
tormented
quaint
prophet
pondered
plume
peering
passion
wondering
parting
undaunted
never
empire
implore
seeming
enchanted
while
tapping
dreaming
forgotten
loneliness
raven
heart
pride
dreams
doubting
mortal
unbroken
tossed
nevermore
desert
dream
before
weary
curious
greed
devil
streaming
shadow
desolate
ashore
floor
chamber
gilead
nearly
darkness
lifted
black
volume
dared
desire
leave
fearing
fiend
nodded
flitting
dreary
floating
above
flying
light
forbidden
demon
haunted
always
loosing
higher
napping
horror
tempest
angel
midnight
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