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In some unused lagoon, some nameless bay,
On sluggish, lonesome waters, anchord near the shore,
An old, dismasted, gray and batterd ship, disabled, done,
After free voyages to all the seas of earth, hauld up at last and
hawserd tight,
Lies rusting, mouldering.