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She the Ship
Her bow breacks the waves,
her sails catch the wind.
She's sailed the seven seas,
been through several storms.
Her crew is young and strong,
They tug her rigging, raise her sails.
Her brow breacks the waves,
Her sails catch the wind.
Her mast is thick and strong,
Her rudders thin and sure.
She sails the seas until one day,
when her bottem brushes the ground.
Finally shes trapped,
Even though the seas around.
Slowly she dies,
there on the reef.
All thats left of a proud sailing ship,
is a bow thet once broke the waves
and
a sail that once caught the wind.
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