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Name : Alexandria<br />
Age : 16<br />
Birthday : July 20th, 1992<br />
Location : Wisconsin, Usa<br />
Main Hobby : Art [Anime]<br />
Labels : Emo, Goth, Punk<br />
Quote : "The world will never end, because it's already tomorrow in Japan."<br />
Height : 5'4 1/2<br />
Weight: 154<br />
Hair color: Blond with a hint of redish brown<br />
Eye color: Light blue that turn silver<br />
Nickname: Pocky<br />
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,<br />
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,<br />
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,<br />
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.<br />
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;<br />
Only this, and nothing more."<br />
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Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,<br />
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.<br />
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow<br />
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.<br />
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,<br />
Nameless here forevermore.<br />
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And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain<br />
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;<br />
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,<br />
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,<br />
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.<br />
This it is, and nothing more."<br />
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Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,<br />
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;<br />
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,<br />
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,<br />
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---<br />
Darkness there, and nothing more.<br />
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Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing<br />
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;<br />
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,<br />
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,<br />
Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,<br />
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.<br />
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Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,<br />
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,<br />
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.<br />
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.<br />
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.<br />
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."<br />
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Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,<br />
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.<br />
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;<br />
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.<br />
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,<br />
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.<br />
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Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,<br />
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,<br />
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,<br />
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.<br />
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."<br />
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."<br />
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Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,<br />
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;<br />
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being<br />
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,<br />
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,<br />
With such name as "Nevermore."<br />
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But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only<br />
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.<br />
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;<br />
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;<br />
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."<br />
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."<br />
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Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,<br />
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,<br />
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster<br />
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,---<br />
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore<br />
Of "Never---nevermore."<br />
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But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,<br />
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;<br />
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking<br />
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --<br />
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore<br />
Meant in croaking "Nevermore." <br />
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Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing<br />
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;<br />
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining<br />
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,<br />
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er<br />
She shall press, ah, nevermore!<br />
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Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer<br />
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.<br />
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath<br />
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!<br />
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"<br />
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"<br />
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"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!<br />
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,<br />
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--<br />
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:<br />
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"<br />
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."<br />
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"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!<br />
By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--<br />
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,<br />
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore---<br />
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?<br />
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."<br />
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"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--<br />
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!<br />
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!<br />
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!<br />
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"<br />
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."<br />
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And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting<br />
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;<br />
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.<br />
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;<br />
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor<br />
Shall be lifted---nevermore!<br />
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