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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.
        
            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.
        
            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.
        
            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.
        
            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.
        
            For the moon never beams 
         without 
         bringing me dreams
            
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
            
And the stars never rise but I see 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 side of the sea.