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Not bigger than a star it seems.
And now 't is like the bloody moon!
And now it shoots in hairy streams!
It moves!—'T will reach us soon!
A ship! and all on fire!—hull, yard, and mast!
Her sails are sheets of flame!—she 's nearing fast!
And now 't is like the bloody moon!
And now it shoots in hairy streams!
It moves!—'T will reach us soon!
A ship! and all on fire!—hull, yard, and mast!
Her sails are sheets of flame!—she 's nearing fast!
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