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'T is on your souls; it will not out!
Lee, why so lost? 'T is not like thee!
Come, where thy revel, oath, and shout?
“That pale one in the sea!—
I mind not blood.—But she,—I cannot tell!
A spirit was 't?—It flashed like fires of hell!
Lee, why so lost? 'T is not like thee!
Come, where thy revel, oath, and shout?
“That pale one in the sea!—
I mind not blood.—But she,—I cannot tell!
A spirit was 't?—It flashed like fires of hell!
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