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Said he. "I guess that she's the kind That people in museums find: Some taxidermist by his skill Has stuffed the bird, she sits so still. Ah me! that eyes Once made to see Should naught But ghostly specters be."
At this she dropped her haughty head
And cried, "l'm neither stuffed nor dead
Oh ! weird and melancholy owl. Thou rival of the wolf's dread howl: Since fate so planned, I'll not decline To be for life Your valeniine."
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