[00:00.974]Aloft all hands, strike the top-masts and belay
[00:04.158]Yon angry setting sun and fierce-edged clouds
[00:07.550]Declare the typhon's coming
[00:09.438]Before it sweeps your decks, throw overboard
[00:12.118]The dead and dying – ne'er heed their chains
[00:15.379]Hope, hope, fallacious hope!
[00:17.125]Where is thy market now?
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