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Salt
Moon on the horizon,
The pale glow can no longer enliven.
It’s in the sky with waxing motion,
Changes on the ocean, melancholy notion.
He’s not ready to die with regrets unspoken,
Words on the ocean, blaming omen.
Damned to be lost at saline sea, the lone captain of the fateful ferry,
Never again to see his acres of land and tree,
If he had to again he would still set his crew free.
Remember the sacrifice of any last captain like that of the fateful ferry.
