Author's Note: 'In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perched for vespers nine;
Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white Moon-shine.'
'God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus!
Why look'st thou so?
With my crossbow
I shot the Albatross.
WIP:
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