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5. PART THE FIFTH. (continued)
The body of my brother's son,
"I fear thee, ancient Mariner!"
For when it dawned--they dropped their arms,
Around, around, flew each sweet sound,
Sometimes a-dropping from the sky
And now 'twas like all instruments,
It ceased; yet still the sails made on
Till noon we quietly sailed on,
Under the keel nine fathom deep,
The Sun, right up above the mast,
Then like a pawing horse let go,
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