You cowardly bastard!
You're not the voice of the people, I am the voice of the people!
The people speak through me, not you!
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting,
still is sitting, on the pallid bust of Pallas
just above my chamber door,
and his eyes have all the seeming
of a demon's that is dreaming,
and the lamp light o'er him streaming
throws his shadow on the floor,
and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, shall be lifted...
Nevermore.
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