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The Wrecked.
Why hoard the casket, when we know
The precious jewel fled?
Oh! why o'er broken life-threads weep?
Save tears—hot tears—for those who steep
Their souls in crime's waves, dark and red;
These are the lost, the wrecked, the dead!
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