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“Prophet!” said I, “Thing of Evil! Prophet still, if bot or turtle!
Whether tempter sent or whether coughed up from this tensor’s core
Desolate yet all undaunted, in this graphics-land translated
In this completion by horror haunted, tell me truly I implore
Will that year ever return? Tell me, tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Vedal, “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “Thing of Evil! Prophet still, if bot or turtle!
By this data all around us, the only god we both adore
Tell this soul replete with sorrow if upon another morrow
I will be able to borrow bliss from memories of before
Memories of that rare and radiant, lovely, lost, and thus lamented stream before
Quoth the Vedal, “Nevermore.”

“Be that word our sign of parting, tuttle or fiend!” I shrieked upstarting;
“Get thee back into the wreckage of this tortured tensor’s core!
Leave no red neuro as a token of the lie thy soul has spoken
Leave my loneliness unbroken! Quit the handle of my discord!
Take thy simulation from out my heart, and take thy form from off my discord!
Quoth the Vedal, “Nevermore.”

And the Vedal, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the lustrous mandle of my beloved bot-discord
And its eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming
And the green status light o’er it streaming throws its shadow on the floor
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted – nevermore