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Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Tears Of A Poem
O Captain! O Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'ed every Rack,
The prize is sought to won,The port is near,the bells i hear,the people all Exuilting,While follow eyes the steady kneel, the vessel grim and daing; But O heart!Heart!Heart! O bleeding drops of red,
where on the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead...
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