O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip's begun;
The genie's lamp has tarnish'd black, the monsters all have won;
The radio's fallen silent, the static hums a mournful song;
Footprints upon an empty desk, our Captain's dead and gone.
And the legacies whisper
From their pictures on the wall,
Such eloquent masquerades,
Our Captain showed us all.
O Captain! My Captain! it is not your fault;
No butterfly on a lonely cliff could save your fateful fall;
The candle had flicker’d out, the darkness grew too strong;
Footprints upon an empty desk, our Captain's dead and gone.
And Neverland is grieving
For the boy within his eyes,
Where no one rolled a five or eight
To free him from his mind.
O Captain! My Captain! join your masquerade;
With whispers waiting in your painting, awaiting your charades;
The legacies will welcome you, extending open arms;
Footprints upon an empty desk, our Captain’s dead and gone.
But O Nanu! Nanu!
He quietly whispers to us all,
As we mournfully pass
His picture on the wall.
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