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Prophets said I, king of evil, prophets still if bird or devil, by that heaven that bends above us, by that god we both adore, tell this soul of sorrow laden, if it brings this to aid him, it shall clasp a saint in maiden, whom the angels name will know, clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name will know, close the raven, nevermore. Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend, I shrieked upstarted, get thee back into the tempest and the nicotinium shore, be no black flame as a token of that lie that the soul hath spoken.