they should have run they were free nowsick flames of their little boat had captured them
all of those days at sea up in flames
their stories were whispering back
it couldn't hold them anymore
but their feet dull and mired
like anchors in the new land didn't want to leave
their sweet doomed vessel alone
to its fiery end
it was one loss too many
they couldn't bear the burden of another soul
flying home to destiny´s whim
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