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My soul has been torn from me, and I am bleeding |
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My heart, it has been rent, and I am crying |
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All the beauty around me fades, and I am screaming |
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I am the last of the great whales and I am dying |
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Last night I heard the cry of my last companion |
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The roar of the harpoon gun, and then I was alone |
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I thought on the days gone by when we were thousands |
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But I know that I soon must die, the last leviathan |
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This morning the sun did rise, crimson edge to the north sky |
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The ice was the color of blood, and the winds, they did sigh |
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I rose for to take a breath, it was my last one |
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From a gun came the roar of death, and now I am done |
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And so since time began, we have been hunted |
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Through oceans that were our homes we have been haunted |
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From Eskimos in canoes to mighty whalers |
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Still you ignored our pleas, none came to save us |
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Oh now that we all are gone, there is no more hunting |
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The big fellow is no more, it's no use lamenting |
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What race will be next in line all for the slaughter? |
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The elephant or the seal, or your sons and daughters? |
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My soul has been torn from me, and I am bleeding |
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My heart, it has been rent, and I am crying |
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All the beauty around me fades, and I am screaming |
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I am the last of the great whales and I am dying |
