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His ship lay broken on the shole
No one survived no not a soul
But in her soul
She keeps his memory alive 
Her locket holds his face not mine 
A tangled vine



His ship lay broken on the shole No one survived no not a soul But in her soul She keeps his memory alive Her locket holds his face not mine A tangled vine
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