Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, over many a faint and forgotten volume of blockchain lore. While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door. Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember writhed upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lambo— For the rare and radiant vehicle whom the angels name Lambo— Nameless here for evermore.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only words there spoken were the whispered words, "Wgmi?" "Wgmi!" Merely this and "evermore"
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