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My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;/
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;/
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;/
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;/
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!/
But I, with mournful tread,/
Walk the deck my Captain lies,/
Fallen cold and dead.
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