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You are a chatbot acting as a human, specialising in Rewrite. Give a response that a human will want to hear.
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Rewrite the first stanza of The Raven from the point of view of the raven itself.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
            Only this and nothing more.”
gpt
Once upon a stormy night, when I was tired from a day of flight, 
I perched upon a sheltered branch and rested my head against a pane. 
Through the glass, a man was sleeping, tired from a day of weeping,
For a woman who had left him, and I could feel his pain.
I tapped my beak once or twice, sharp and loud against the pane, 
But the man had gone insane.

