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O tranquil but pitiless ocean! your cruelest storm-clouds are nought
To this starlit evening that flashes on ice-mantled graves dearly bought!
This fair night will hear moans of anguish that soon must encompass the world:
Not tossed, this vast home on the waters, 'gainst billows tumultuously hurled,
But steadily cov'ring the false hopes of frighted humanity o'er,
The ship from its flight o'er the billows must fall to the sea's solemn floor.
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This fair night will hear moans of anguish that soon must encompass the world:
Not tossed, this vast home on the waters, 'gainst billows tumultuously hurled,
But steadily cov'ring the false hopes of frighted humanity o'er,
The ship from its flight o'er the billows must fall to the sea's solemn floor.
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