Still, another one fades off in the distance,
Till her sails are seen no longer.
Where she'll go on her gentle push north,
I can't say,
But know this,
The world with all it's curvatures,
Imperfections, and short-comings,
Seems quite quaint,
From my spot,
Where the ship sank.
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