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O who will sing that rudderless ship that has lost her destiny? With her sails in rags and her lines in snags, -- the Ship of the Dead is free! The captain lies in a coma, his hands clutch helplessly, and the shantyman chokes and wheezes and croaks: -- the Ship of the Dead is free! The crew are extict and jolly, they gnaw themselves hungrily, and their black lips grin as the rigor sets in: -- the Ship of the Dead is free! The pilot has smashed the compass, and tramples the sextant with glee: he erases the log and steers by the fog; -- the Ship of the Dead is free! O the skeleton climbs the rigging; his sockets scan the sea, and he cries to the crew: No land in view! -- the Ship of the Dead is free!
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