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 Always you make me feel, indeed, that nothing is mine. And no, surely the winged seraphs in heaven do not envy you and me for anything."

"If they do," said my friend Annabel Lee, "then heaven must needs be very poorly furnished."

I repeated:

I imagine, times," said I, "that a chill wind has sometime come out of a cloud by night and gone over you. No high