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SWEET CAPTAIN



O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up, for you the flag is flung, for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths, for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;


(Walt Whitman)




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