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“Be silent in that solitude Which is not loneliness— for then The spirits of the dead who stood In life before thee are again In death around thee— and their will Shall overshadow thee : be still.”

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Edgar Allan Poe
Edgar Allan Poe

American author, poet, editor, and literary critic. Known for his short stories and poetry, particularly his works of horror and mystery. His most famous works include 'The Black Cat', 'The Raven', and 'Annabel Lee'. more

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