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"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore – While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door –' "Tis some visiter", I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door - Only this and nothing more." Edgar Allan Poe с сайта: http://lib.ru/INOFANT/POE/crown3.txt