Titanic
Atlantic Ocean's cold and deep.
Water shows its darkened face.
Some souls then saved as by God's grace.
A lonely place where many sleep.
Now she's junk, broken queen below.
Do we want salvage, taking gold?
Disturbing graves with dives all bold.
With no respect that we should show?
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