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CALLS.

NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED

Of the heart - in irritation - that his soul is madly turning,

And he's learning, learning, learning,

With desperate determining

And a resolute endeavor,

Now - now to sit or never

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By the side of his Lenore.

But the calls, calls, calls,

How long the letter that he scrawls

About the bore!

How they weary, bother, tire,

In their ever-wild desire

To please the fair receivers still a little more.

Yet the ear it fully knows,

By the twanging

And the clanging,

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