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O Captain! my Captain! our O Captain! my Captain! rise My Captain does not answer,
fearful trip is done, up and hear the bells; his lips are pale and still,
The ship has weather’d every Rise up—for you the flag is My father does not feel my
rack, the prize we sought is flung—for you the bugle arm, he has no pulse nor
won, trills, will,
The port is near, the bells I For you bouquets and The ship is anchor’d safe and
hear, the people all ribbon’d wreaths—for you sound, its voyage closed
exulting, the shores a-crowding, and done,
While follow eyes the steady For you they call, the From fearful trip the victor
keel, the vessel grim and swaying mass, their eager ship comes in with object
daring; faces turning; won;
But O heart! Here Captain! Exult O
heart! heart! dear father! shores, and ring O bells!
O the This arm But I with
bleeding drops of red, beneath your head! mournful tread,
Where on It is some Walk the
the deck my Captain lies, dream that on the deck, deck my Captain lies,
Fallen You’ve Fallen
cold and dead. fallen cold and dead. cold and dead.

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