•••𝐎 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐬
Will Hunting
"I read fast,"
Neil Perry
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