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May 20, 2009

In life, a ship. The issue was, the ship
itself, a thousand fathoms down in it.


A wooden idol, and the earth, unknown
in which Columbus struck the zodiac.


The irons darted at the plying oars,
advance. The captain of the shark, advance.


Extending it upon the stream! Commend
the ship, collect the thousand voices thee.


The virgin be a consternation, so
the universal problem of Bordeaux.

Statistically Analyzed Text:
Herman Melville, Moby-Dick

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