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ArtistA wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me
I have tried the poem with Two Pro versions. EssenceOfReality and DigitalDaVinci