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

And some in dreams assured were Of the Spirit that plagued us so; 🔊

I fear thee and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand, so brown. '— 🔊

The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: 🔊

And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I. 🔊

The self-same moment I could pray; And from my neck so free 🔊

The silly buckets on the deck, That had so long remained, 🔊

I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so lightalmost 🔊

But with its sound it shook the sails, That were so thin and sere. 🔊

What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' 🔊

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