.Poor, poor Lenore carried off by crows
As she wandered alone where the red oaks grow
Black, black were their beaks twisted in her hair
And black were their wings whipping up through the air>
Fly, fly into the breeze, Lenore and the crows
To the top of a dead tree where the .
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