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Echoes in the cool of the sea Riding on the winds of the Pacific, With reverberations of faint whispers Tearing through the reins of the soul; Thus it came striding through the cruise: A ghost aboard the Celeste! Smiles on the faces of beauties Met with no sense of premonition, Popped open a bottle to a toast— Only to fill their glasses with blood; For then a guest raised a cup of death: A ghost aboard the Celeste! A lone ship on the sea it sailed, With a mysterious accuracy— Yet with no soul nor clue to reveal What has become of the journey; But alas, its mission accomplished, A ghost aboard the Celeste!

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