sigh Cola the woodland skull
Oh captain my captain by Walt Whitman Oh
captain my captain our fearful trip is
done the ship has weathered every rack
the prize we sought is one the port is
near the bells I hear the people all
exulting while follow eyes the steady
keel the vessel grim and daring but o
heart heart heart o the bleeding drops
of red where on the deck my captain lies
fallen cold and dead o captain my
captain rise up and hear the bells
rise up--for you the flag is flunk for
you the bugle trills for you bouquets
and ribbon reads for you the shores
a-crowding for you they call the swaying
mass their eager faces turning here
captain
dear father this arm beneath your head
it is some dream that on the deck you've
fallen cold and dead
my captain does not answer his lips are
pale and still my father does not feel
my arm he has no pulse nor will the ship
is anchor'd safe and sound its voyage
closed and done from fearful trip the
victor ship comes in with object one
exalt so shores and ring o bells would I
with mournful tread walk the deck my
captain lies fallen cold and dead
Clique em um tempo para pular diretamente para esse verso.
sigh Cola the woodland skull
Oh captain my captain by Walt Whitman Oh
captain my captain our fearful trip is
done the ship has weathered every rack
the prize we sought is one the port is
near the bells I hear the people all
exulting while follow eyes the steady
keel the vessel grim and daring but o
heart heart heart o the bleeding drops
of red where on the deck my captain lies
fallen cold and dead o captain my
captain rise up and hear the bells
rise up--for you the flag is flunk for
you the bugle trills for you bouquets
and ribbon reads for you the shores
a-crowding for you they call the swaying
mass their eager faces turning here
captain
dear father this arm beneath your head
it is some dream that on the deck you've
fallen cold and dead
my captain does not answer his lips are
pale and still my father does not feel
my arm he has no pulse nor will the ship
is anchor'd safe and sound its voyage
closed and done from fearful trip the
victor ship comes in with object one
exalt so shores and ring o bells would I
with mournful tread walk the deck my
captain lies fallen cold and dead
[Applause]
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Poetry In Voice / Les voix de la poésie
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