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Push off, and sitting well in order smite

The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die. —Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Of all the western stars, until I die.
—Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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