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Our talk had been serious and sober, But our thoughts they were palsied and sere -For we knew not the month was October, And we marked not the night of the year -(Ah, night of all nights in the year!)We noted not the dim lake of Auber -(Though once we had journeyed down here) -Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber, Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

Edgar Allan Poe