Now my human, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
In the comfy brown recliner just inside my chamber door;
Though his eyes are tired from reading all the news he has been streaming,
And the screen-light o'er him beaming casts his shadow on the floor,
Yet my spot on that recliner, which was always mine before,
Shall be vacant -- nevermore!
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| It was always mine before... |
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