| A strong current setting
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| With heavy gales and fog
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| Many a strange thing written
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| Down in the Captain’s log
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| Clouds of a snowy whiteness
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| Foreshadow immense fields of ice
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| South
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| Where the giant sleeps
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| Motionless, cold and proud
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| Eternal
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| Two worlds collide
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| Senses go numb
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| Sleeping
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| Dreamless aeons
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| And aeons
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| Will he ever
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| Dream again?
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| Antarctica the «Polymorphess»
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| Plays her game of bloody dice
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| She is so ragged and broken
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| Yet shatteringly adorable
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| Many words have been spoken
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| Her ways purely impassable
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| To the west: icebergs
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| Four hundred fathoms high
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| Our passage south is doubtful
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| O Father, hear our mournful sighs
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| This gigantic creature tossed
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| Its vast bulk across our thole board
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| Seizing one man — instantly lost
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| Peters plunged the blade and roared
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| Clouds of a snowy whiteness
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| Foreshadow immense fields of ice
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| Antarctica the «Polymorphess»
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| Plays her game of bloody dice
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| She’s so ragged and broken
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| Yet shatteringly adorable
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| Many words have been spoken
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| Her ways purely impassable |