370
Plunged in miss of motion
As ocean
Plots were much on plate of mist
plane and who were on board
Fates were many but needle
In haystack
They found their needle
One fate there
But where
Are parts of any
Still we
Missing the fact
How their fate
Turned in last
To wrecks
And where the grief
Is buried
Their loss and pain
The certainty of no hope
Is hurt the heart
let we pray that they got peace
In theirs end
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