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Why look'st thou so?'—With my cross-bow I shot the ALBATROSS. 🔊

With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark. 🔊

Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide. 🔊

He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.' 🔊

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