an

It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 🔊

At length did cross an Albatross, Thorough the fog it came; 🔊

An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high; 🔊

And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. 🔊

Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: 🔊

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