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Titanic


Richest of the colour blue

Lie the waves asunder

Crashing on the reef

A rhythm without blunder

 

And yet I stand here silent

For its glory be of yore

But I cannot admire it

For what lies at the ocean floor

 

There sits a ship unbroken

And yet there be great death

A most ominous token

Of the maiden lacking breath

 

My bonnie lies under the ocean

My bonnie lies within the sea

My bonnie died under the ocean

And she'll not be returning to me

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