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Before bustling beams, and above the hue of a humble heap

Where breaths are drawn in guard far from deceit

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There lay grounds upon time a shipyard

It’s years told and still unfold though to some scarred of ill reproved canard

Generations like within a schools yard who still praise in high regard

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Of that one ship once on its tender course above waves and golden gleams

Though now old age glistens among a new hull in repair, no matter what seems

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Of the smog that comes present as it shudders and slurs

But like the seasons and all else written that come in turns

It’s for this sake new age finds port and passage returns