My rudder is starting to fail,
to soon for me,
I thought you would last long,
on this love boat we sail,
through the winds,
storms and all,
for some time to come,
but with out you, lost,
set adrift in this angry sea,
my rudder that I have held,
so long now,
will not guided us to safe shores,
anymore, and me wondering aimlessly.
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