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Edgar Poe’s Berenice 00:00:12.312 - 00:00:14.180
I have a tale to tell… 00:00:42.428 - 00:00:44.397
…in its own essence rife with horror. 00:00:44.517 - 00:00:46.944
I would suppress it… 00:00:47.064 - 00:00:49.128
…were it not a record more of feelings… 00:00:49.331 - 00:00:52.078
…than of facts. 00:00:52.198 - 00:00:53.679
Berenice and I were cousins… 00:01:04.821 - 00:01:07.100
…and we grew up together… 00:01:07.116 - 00:01:08.659
…in my paternal halls. 00:01:08.689 - 00:01:10.216
Yet differently we grew. 00:01:11.465 - 00:01:12.906
I, ill of health… 00:01:13.932 - 00:01:15.231
…and buried in gloom. 00:01:15.861 - 00:01:17.333
She, agile, graceful… 00:01:17.739 - 00:01:19.038
…and overflowing with energy. 00:01:19.652 - 00:01:21.422
I, living within my own heart… 00:01:30.255 - 00:01:32.489
…and addicted, body and soul… 00:01:32.609 - 00:01:34.501
…to the most intense… 00:01:34.796 - 00:01:36.390
…and painful meditation. 00:01:36.510 - 00:01:38.410
She, roaming carelessly through life… 00:01:47.325 - 00:01:50.340
…with no thought of the shadows in her path… 00:01:50.460 - 00:01:52.766
…or the silent flight… 00:01:53.001 - 00:01:55.064