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Luís de Camões - He spoke, and deep a lengthened sigh...

He spoke, and deep a lengthened sigh he drew,
A doleful sound, and vanished from the view:
The frightened billows gave a rolling swell,
And, distant far, prolonged the dismal yell;
Faint and more faint the howling echoes die,
And the black cloud dispersing leaves the sky. (Luís de Camões)

He spoke, and deep a lengthened sigh he drew, A doleful sound, and vanished from the view: The frightened billows gave a rolling swell, And, distant far, prolonged the dismal yell; Faint and more faint the howling echoes die, And the black cloud dispersing leaves the sky.

Luís de Camões

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