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Stephen Jackson - O Captain, My Captain No More


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O Captain, my Captain!
Say it ain't so

O Captain, my Captain!
You don't wanna be captain no mo

O Captain, my Captain!
This is getting out of hand

O Captain, my Captain!
Get outta here with your trade demands

O Captain, my Captain!
I can't support this

O Captain, my Captain!
TWO Techs? Just for kicks?

O Captain, my Captain!
You are DEAD WRONG

O Captain, my Captain!
You no longer belong

O Captain, my Captain!
I can't believe it's all happenin'

O Captain, my Captain!
You are a huge distraction

O Captain, my Captain!
It's time for you to depart

O Captain, my Captain!
THERE IS NO ROOM FOR YOU IN MY HEART.

This is too far for even me.

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Read the Walt Whitman again

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,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

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