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But evil things, in robes of sorrow, assailed the monarch's high estate; (ah, let us mourn, for never morrow shall dawn upon him desolate!) and round about his home the glory that blushed and bloomed, is but a dim-remembered story of the old time entombed.
-Edgar Allan Poe
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But Evil Things, In Robes Of Sorrow,

Edgar Allan Poe
But evil things, in robes of sorrow, assailed the monarch's high estate; (ah, let us mourn, for never morrow shall dawn upon him desolate!) and round about his home the glory that blushed and bloomed, is but a dim-remembered story of the old time entombed.
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