O CAPTAIN! my Captain! is your amazing trip done?
The team has weather’d every rack, can the prize we seek be none?
The rays are near near, the sox I hear, the yank fans all revolting,
While we eye your un-steady keel, your hitting grim and flaring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Let not on deck my Captain lie,
Fallen cold and dead.
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