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title: '2010-04-18-tdk-gold'

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*O Captain my Captain! 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:*

What will I give if my life dissolves?

The twelfth hour -

it rolls on, gold.

O! Ye (a)moral aesthetes, 

I laugh at the lies,

the dirty lies; a feat.