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With This Drowned Dead Hope
This room aches with age
And salt soaked wood
And wrinkle lipped men
With wrinkle mapped voices
Mumble singing
Salt soaked tunes.
This room aches with age
And drink drowned men
And drink drowned drafts
With little air left unsung
Carrying hope
Drowned dead hope
A faith
Drowned dead faith
That everything
Will be bright again
