The waters chased him as he fled,
The waters chased him as he fled, Not daring look behind -- A billow whispered in his Ear, "Come home with me, my friend --...
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The waters chased him as he fled, Not daring look behind -- A billow whispered in his Ear, "Come home with me, my friend -- My parlor is of shriven glass, My pantry has a fish For every palate in the Year" -- To this revolting bliss The object floating at his side Made no distinct reply.
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