| My soul has been torn from me, and I am bleeding
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| My heart, it has been rent, and I am crying
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| All the beauty around me fades, and I am screaming
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| I am the last of the great whales and I am dying
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| Last night I heard the cry of my last companion
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| The roar of the harpoon gun, and then I was alone
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| I thought on the days gone by when we were thousands
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| But I know that I soon must die, the last leviathan
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| This morning the sun did rise, crimson edge to the north sky
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| The ice was the color of blood, and the winds, they did sigh
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| I rose for to take a breath, it was my last one
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| From a gun came the roar of death, and now I am done
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| And so since time began, we have been hunted
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| Through oceans that were our homes we have been haunted
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| From Eskimos in canoes to mighty whalers
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| Still you ignored our pleas, none came to save us
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| Oh now that we all are gone, there is no more hunting
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| The big fellow is no more, it’s no use lamenting
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| What race will be next in line all for the slaughter?
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| The elephant or the seal, or your sons and daughters?
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| My soul has been torn from me, and I am bleeding
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| My heart, it has been rent, and I am crying
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| All the beauty around me fades, and I am screaming
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| I am the last of the great whales and I am dying |