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Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
"Can I give you some advice?" "Sure." "You're not going to like it." "That's ok." "Ok. You got married too fast." "That's not advice." "I told you!"
Oh Friends. My favorite show. It's timeless.
It's a mystery to me of what is going to happen. It's all a total blur, in fact much less clear than that. I just leave it, though. I am happy with the present, and that's all that matters, right? I will just live life as I feel like. We will see how that happens, but until the future, I will just not worry.
Why does it seem like my morality is much stricter and more ridiculous when compared to others? Do I just value more things than everyone else? Is everyone just much more ok with the crap in this world? Should I have been born in the 18th century?
I suppose everyone has to do this. High school. I suppose that life is completely dull for everyone at some point. I suppose I have the ability and the opportunities to make my life more exciting. I suppose I can work on this.
The air, I can literally feel it. It's dense with magic. I can practically see it oozing out of the pages and into the atmosphere around me, like the books alone can't contain it. Everything must be read.
Barty Crouch. Ugh, that man really bothered me. To accuse your son and send your own wife to her death is just awful. I was so angry with him, but so happy that he was caught. I hate death eaters.
Celebration. Christmas. December. Winter. Snow. Cold. Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving Food. Food. Orange. Warmth. Space heater. Blanket. Scarves. Mittens. Frost. Snow.
A brick wall may feel like it's strong enough to protect me, but in this shootout, I know better. I try to find a clear path, an invisible path. I need to get out of here. I turn and see him telling me to fall back. He will take care of it.
A clutch on the parchment hidden in my pouch, hoping no one can see it through my sweatshirt. It's not that if I don't deliver it soon a lot won't happen, but it's what will happen that scares me.
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