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[rewtbuur]

 
O CAPTAIN my Captain ! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered 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,

Comments

[meisjekim]

dead poet society.

[closetmath]

that was my first reactionary thought too.

[meisjekim]

:) it's funny how our brain wires.

[rewtbuur]

yeah samir and i were watching it earlier.
and i remember reading this poem in highschool and really liking it.