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If or when the world changes back to a non-greedy status, I may add music back into my web pages.

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Annabel Lee

by Edgar Allen Poe

It was many and many a year ago, 

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 wingèd 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 high-born 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 one 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 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 the sepulchre there by the sea,

    In her tomb by the sounding sea.