O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd 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.
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Rain
every day a boy looked at sky bright and blue
one day the blueness flew
he thought about the poor animals which were getting wet in the rain
and thought how much would they get pain
yeah Im the boy ho was looking towards the sky for my dream girl