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- It was many and many a year ago,
- In a kingdom by the sea,
- That a maiden there lived whom you may know
- By the name of Annabel Lee;
- And this maiden she lived with no other thought
- Than to love and be loved by me.
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- I was a child and she was a child
- In this kingdom by the sea,
- But we loved with a love that was more than love --
- I and my Annabel Lee --
- With a love that the winged seraphs of Heaven
- Coveted her and me.
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- And this was the reason that, long ago,
- In this kingdom by the sea,
- A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
- My beautiful Annabel Lee;
- So that her highborn kinsmen came
- And bore her away from me,
- To shut her up in a sepulchre
- In this kingdom by the sea.
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- The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
- Went envying her and me --
- Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
- In this kingdom by the sea)
- That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
- Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
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- But our love it was stronger by far than the love
- Of those who were older than we --
- Of many far wiser than we --
- And neither the angels in Heaven above
- Nor the demons down under the sea
- Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
- Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:
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- For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
- Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
- And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
- Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:
- And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
- Of my darling -- my darling -- my life and my bride,
- In her sepulchre there by the sea --
- In her tomb by the sounding sea.
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- [May, 1849]
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