00:00Here, Captain, dear father, this arm beneath your head.
00:06It is some dream that on the deck you've fallen cold and dead.
00:14My captain does not answer. His lips are pale and still.
00:21My father does not feel my arm. He has no pulse nor will.
00:27The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done.
00:36From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object one.
00:44Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells, but I with mournful tread.
00:50Walk the deck, my captain lies, fallen cold and dead.
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