The boat went down;
with grasping seaweed hands
the ocean grappled each beloved.
We steam ahead,
swift, and daring as illicit wedding bands.
The boat went down.
Every sculptured deck already dead,
and thwarting choice as bitter lands,
the ocean grappled each beloved.
My Captain's frown
all cloaked in reasonable demands.
The boat went down.
Set out all the rowboats wed
as they are to wives though each unmanned:
the ocean grappled each beloved.
Atlantic gown,
sparkling nebulous delights at us and
the boat went down;
the ocean grappled each beloved.
















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