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North
All hensy and praddling I stood fast a rattling
the conscious mind to adorn
with the raft of the flayer I stood Trietesse and renound
for the sufferings of my lady, Lenore
She called to the want suffered veil of the taunt and decided
life should be so much more
there she took her life on that midsummer's night
and the calm wind from the North Star carried her home
