Answer
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The
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legend
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lives
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on
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from
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the
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Chippewa
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on
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down
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Of
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the
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big
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lake
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they
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called
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Gitche
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Gumee
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The
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lake
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it
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is
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said
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never
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gives
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up
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her
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dead
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When
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the
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skies
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of
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November
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turn
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gloomy
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With
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a
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load
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of
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iron
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ore
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twenty-six
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thousand
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tons
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more
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Than
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the
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Edmund
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Fitzgerald
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weighed
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empty
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That
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good
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ship
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and
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true
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was
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a
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bone
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to
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be
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chewed
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When
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the
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gales
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of
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November
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Answer
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came
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early
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The
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ship
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was
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the
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pride
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of
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the
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American
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side
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Coming
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back
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from
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some
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mill
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in
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Wisconsin
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As
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the
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big
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freighters
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go
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it
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was
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bigger
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than
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most
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Well
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a
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crew
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and
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good
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captain
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well
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seasoned
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Concluding
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some
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terms
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with
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a
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couple
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of
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steel
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firms
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When
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they
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left
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fully
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loaded
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for
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Cleveland
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And
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later
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that
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night
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when
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the
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ship's
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bell
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rang
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Could
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it
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be
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the
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north
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Answer
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wind
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they'd
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been
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feelin
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The
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wind
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in
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the
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wires
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made
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a
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tattle
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tale
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sound
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And
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a
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wave
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broke
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over
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the
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railing
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And
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every
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man
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knew
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as
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the
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captain
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did
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too
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Twas
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the
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witch
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of
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November
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come
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stealin
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The
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dawn
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came
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late
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and
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the
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breakfast
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had
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to
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wait
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When
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the
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gales
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of
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November
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came
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slashin
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When
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afternoon
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came
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it
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was
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freezin
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rain
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In
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the
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face
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of
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a
|
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Answer
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hurricane
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west
|
wind
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When
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supper
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time
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came
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the
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old
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cook
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came
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on
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deck
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sayin
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Fellas
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it's
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too
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rough
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to
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feed
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ya
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At
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seven
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pm
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a
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main
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hatchway
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caved
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in
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he
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said
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Fellas
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it's
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been
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good
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to
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know
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ya
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The
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captain
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wired
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he
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had
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water
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comin
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in
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And
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the
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good
|
ship
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and
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crew
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was
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in
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peril
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And
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later
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that
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night
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when
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his
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lights
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went
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outta
|
sight
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Came
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Answer
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the
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wreck
|
of
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the
|
Edmund
|
Fitzgerald
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Does
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anyone
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know
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where
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the
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love
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of
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God
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goes
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When
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the
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waves
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turn
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the
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minutes
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to
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hours
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The
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searchers
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all
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say
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they'd
|
have
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made
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Whitefish
|
Bay
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If
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they'd
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put
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fifteen
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more
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miles
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behind
|
her
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They
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might
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have
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split
|
up
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or
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they
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might
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have
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capsized
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They
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may
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broke
|
deep
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and
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took
|
water
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And
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all
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that
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remains
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is
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the
|
faces
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and
|
|
Answer
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the
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names
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Of
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the
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wives
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and
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the
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sons
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and
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the
|
daughters
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Lake
|
Huron
|
rolls
|
Superior
|
sings
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In
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the
|
rooms
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of
|
her
|
ice
|
water
|
mansion
|
Old
|
Michigan
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steams
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like
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a
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young
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man's
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dreams
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The
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islands
|
and
|
bays
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are
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for
|
sportsmen
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And
|
further
|
below
|
Lake
|
Ontario
|
Takes
|
in
|
what
|
Lake
|
Erie
|
can
|
send
|
her
|
And
|
the
|
iron
|
boats
|
go
|
as
|
the
|
mariners
|
all
|
know
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With
|
the
|
gales
|
|
Answer
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of
|
November
|
remembered
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In
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a
|
musty
|
old
|
hall
|
in
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Detroit
|
they
|
prayed
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In
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the
|
Maritime
|
Sailor's
|
Cathedral
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That
|
church
|
bell
|
chimed
|
till
|
it
|
rang
|
twenty-nine
|
times
|
For
|
each
|
man
|
on
|
the
|
Edmund
|
Fitzgerald
|
The
|
legend
|
lives
|
on
|
from
|
the
|
Chippewa
|
on
|
down
|
Of
|
the
|
big
|
lake
|
they
|
call
|
Gitche
|
Gumee
|
Superior
|
they
|
said
|
never
|
gives
|
up
|
her
|
dead
|
When
|
the
|
gales
|
of
|
November
|
come
|
early
|
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