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| i miss you too lenore you where my every thing. | |
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| my sarrow is my sarrow and i dread the day of her death. my heart is only content of my books to keep me from saddness. from think of my beautiful wife | |
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| for i was reading i heard noise at my door and no one spoke i asked who was there? no one respond. i went to the door and no one was there. i could only think of lenore. | |
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