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Flat and silent the ocean lies |
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Pequot's captured in a lull |
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no gentle breeze blows in the sails |
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heated by a salty carpet from above |
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the crew's emaciated,survival tough |
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Giant billows bear a mighty whiteness |
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Screams from the outlook : whale ahead ! |
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I want this whale,i want it dead ! |
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Hysteria on upper deck |
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rabid flames in Ahab's eyes |
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hustle and bustle, drag and pull |
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panic affects the whaler's moves |
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The harpoon slashes the water's surface |
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diving into darkness the prey escapes |
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Swallowed by the sea |
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Starboard lies calm |
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portside full of wrath |
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possessed by unhuman anger |
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the heart bravely pumps the blood |
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through the marionette of rage |
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Ahab's visage runs red |
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i want this whale,i want it dead |
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A fin erupts from the abyss |
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proudly undulates the flesh |
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reaches bright horizons |
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inviolable,manorial |
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An arrow loosens. |
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And spirit's away. |
