Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. *
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more."


The raven..The crow..

Edgar Allan Poe...

All around me are familiar faces ... Worn out places .. Worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races ... Going nowhere ... Going nowhere ...