HURTS LIKE HELL •CASSIAN ANDOR +LUKE SKYWALKER

HURTS LIKE HELL •CASSIAN ANDOR +LUKE SKYWALKER

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"I loved and I loved And I lost you" •contains rogue one spoilers• In which a rebel captain and a rebel general have loved each other since they day they met and till the day he died And the rebel general fights until the empire that killed her love is completely wiped from the face of the Galaxy And when all is over and done, she finds a new hope in the man that saved the rebellion OC x CASSIAN ANDOR xEVENTUAL LUKE SKYWALKER cover template/inspo -interstellers
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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; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. By: Walt Whitman ↜ I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OWN IDEAS AND CHARACTERS ↝

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