EdgarAllenPoeInspired
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When once I took a sorry stroll,
Saddened by a tale untold,
That dreary night in mid-November.
(Why I was there I can't remember.)
While I stood there watching, waiting,
Waiting, watching while debating,
The Human Soul holds all the keys to life,
So why do I, myself bring to the end?
I’m simple’r than the simplest loosestrife rife,
And care more than the oldest friend you fend.
