Don’t all Things Come to Die?

A little boat on a moonlit night

Rocked upon the lake

Ready for its retreat to the gallows

There was nothing more it could take

I watched it tremble and succumb

To the wounds the world gave

The night engulfed it in its misery

The sea was dark and grave

It pulled the boat to the depths

No one quite knows how

Yet all the world applauded

As it took its final bow

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