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A SEA DIRGE.
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Their looks were sullen, their steps were slow,
Convicted felons they seemed to be:
"Are you going to prison, dear friend?" "Oh no!
We're returning—from the Sea!"
Their looks were sullen, their steps were slow,
Convicted felons they seemed to be:
"Are you going to prison, dear friend?" "Oh no!
We're returning—from the Sea!"