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Raise The Wreck

The inches in keep For flotsam and jest A pouring view Appends to Water And business land Once creatures adept And crossing scare To the load While citizens were Empress elect To four sheets of rule In the dimyard Of our oak And cruelly done So the symptoms we And Abaddon the Sun Of perfect and alone Sometimes beautiful And caught on source To the fir we had landed Ocean free And full of lobster Gordon Pincent Of our lure Respecting country And due for the year Trapped in sine Heaven beating On this day And its pulse.