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"Nevermore"
The town sat in decay,
The small buildings once proud.
Rotted, time faded away.
The sign in front, "No Hope Aloud!"
The sky turned dark blue,
as the white moon trudged on.
The smog turned sky, a gahstly hue.
Hung in the air over Cemetary Lawn.
Outside the town sat a small clump of trees.
Sad looking were theese, to tired to sway,
From the slow broken breeze.
As they shivered away.
Up high in their branches, sat a nest.
Home to the heart of the town.
He who sat there had strayed from the rest.
Who's spirit was high and never came down.
The only sound, the implore of the tired old lore.
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore"...
