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One throe more, and the sea is death,
 Yet again, and the land is bare:
 Brother, your glory is all to share—
I have outmurdered ye, breath for breath!

Lone I must lie in my stately doom,
 Stark and still on my island bier:
 Ashen silence shall wrap me here—
Pelee the Mountain makes her tomb!

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