Every time the raindrops falleth,
Every time a nightingale sings,
Every time thee smelleth the earth,
As thee walketh upon yond did grind,
Taketh t upon thy quite quaint mind,
Thee shall be free,
Thee shall be free,
Thee shall be free,
Lock'd art the shackles of propriety,
Gone art the painful restraints,
Lest nay one receiveth spook'd by mine own compositions,
I has't did free thy soul from constraints,
Readeth these words one last time,
And doth not returneth,evermore,
F'r I shall nay longer compose thy emotions,
Nev'r,nev'r,nev'r,...... nevermore!
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