The Rambling Sailor/Here Lies a Prisoner

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HERE LIES A PRISONER
      LEAVE him: he's quiet enough: and what matterOut of his body or in, you can scatterThe frozen breath of his silenced soul, of his outraged soul to the winds that rave:Quieter now than he used to be, but listening still to the magpie chatter        Over his grave.


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