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6. PART THE SIXTH.
But tell me, tell me! speak again,
Still as a slave before his lord,
If he may know which way to go;
But why drives on that ship so fast,
The air is cut away before,
Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high
I woke, and we were sailing on
All stood together on the deck,
The pang, the curse, with which they died,
And now this spell was snapt: once more
Like one that on a lonesome road
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