By the approach of winter,
Fog covering thy shores,
Though heavy but tender,
Ghost ships with bloody oars.
Anchor not far from here,
A church organ heard darkly,
Melodies haunting their ears,
Calling and singing for thee.
Hear not the devil's songs,
Step out not to that port,
I forgive you for your wrongs,
Don't go to Death's Fort.
Wake up, calm and scream
It was another awful dream.
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