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Now, as he plodded on, with sullen clang
A sound of chains along the desert rang;
He looked, and saw upon a gibbet high
A human body that in irons swang,
by the tempest whirling by; 80
And, hovering, round it often did a raven fly.
Now, as he plodded on, with sullen clang
A sound of chains along the desert rang;
He looked, and saw upon a gibbet high
A human body that in irons swang,
by the tempest whirling by; 80
And, hovering, round it often did a raven fly.
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