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He follows follows every where, He's still above—below,Oh tell me where to fly from him! Oh tell me where to go!
But tell me, quoth the Stranger then, What this thy crime hath been,So haply I may comfort give To one that grieves for sin.
O I have done a cursed deed The wretched man replies,And night and day and every where 'Tis still before my eyes.
I sail'd on board a Guinea-man And to the slave-coast went;Would that the sea had swallowed me When I was innocent!
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