Whether I might find a tie to celebrate the lost Lenore,
While I mused upon the daunting date of Poe's beginning,
Finding no designs to honor him, despairing,
I heard clearly from the rapping at my chamber door,
The whisper from the raven: WEAR THE FOXES!
Running on a silver background reminiscent of the moor.
This it is, and nothing more.
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