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chapter-207		chapter-207			.txt	text/plain	208	24	100	our fearful trip is done, The ship has weatherd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, Where on the deck my Captain lies, rise up and hear the bells; For you bouquets and ribbond wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding, Here Captain! Here Captain! Here Captain! Here Captain! Here Captain! Here Captain! Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, Youve fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchord safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. Fallen cold and dead.	./cache/chapter-207.txt	./txt/chapter-207.txt