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Edited by OPs mom: 9/26/2013 11:57:42 AM
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Teh Puma! My Puma!

Teh Puma! my Puma! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won; 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 Puma lies, Fallen cold and dead. Teh Puma! my Puma! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Puma! dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Puma does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My Puma 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 won; Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Puma lies, Fallen cold and dead.

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