At the end of the poem,the man has quite clearly gone mad from grief: And the raven,never flitting,still is sitting still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

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So imagine that over the weekend, the mad scientist copied my memories, beliefs,desires,fears,ambitions,goals, intentions and imprinted that on somebody else's brain.

想象一下一个周末，某个疯狂科学家复制了我的记忆，信仰，欲望，恐惧，野心，目标，以及意向，并植入另一个人的大脑。

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And later on when God gets mad Right, and it's all going to flood.

接着上帝发怒了,好，它们就变成了洪水。

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