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Moan for the living; moan our sins,—
The wrath of man more fierce than thine.
Hark! still thy waves!—The work begins,—
Lee makes the deadly sign.
The crew glide down like shadows. Eye and hand
Speak fearful meanings through the silent band.
The wrath of man more fierce than thine.
Hark! still thy waves!—The work begins,—
Lee makes the deadly sign.
The crew glide down like shadows. Eye and hand
Speak fearful meanings through the silent band.
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