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The Fighting Temeraire

The fighting Temeraire I fought at Trafalgar yet this is my reward dragged to the scrap yard a dagger in my heart The red ensign flew proudly by reputation was high My crew and my captain spoke my name with pride. Turned into scrap just for the cash My history reputation just thrown in the trash a nations national treasure turned into tins just so a chancellor can balance his bills. Now history as faded and so as my my fame It's turners picture in the gilded frame that keeps my exploits alive, till this day I'm the fighting Temaraire the famous painting ! https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fighting_Temeraire the painting ! 05052016 comp entry

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