Have you ever seen a more quiet hall,
a confusion more full of grief?
Oh where, oh where has my captain gone,
surely nowhere to be seen.
He walked, he walked so proud and tall,
and he held his grasp with ease.
Oh brother of mine, have you seen him walk?
Oh where, oh where could he be?
"I did, I did, I saw him walk
in his tarnished-all mortality.
I have no thought
as to where he's gone,
but they say he rolled out to sea."
For every man who lives for long
another man must be
faithful to his young swan song,
forlorn though he may be.
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