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And ocean's waves, unruffled by the wind,
Sleep undisturb'd—and Fancy now might hear,
Far, far away, the shriek of mariners,
Faint, hopeless, lost; while the ship round and round
Tost, bulges, and then plunges in the deep.
Sleep undisturb'd—and Fancy now might hear,
Far, far away, the shriek of mariners,
Faint, hopeless, lost; while the ship round and round
Tost, bulges, and then plunges in the deep.
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