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Dark nights, ponderous and gloomy
Unable to see past an outstretched hand.
Tilt of deck below, to the starboard you go,
Following the beacon from the land.

Orders ring out, crystal clear,
"Carefully now, the light seems off!"
Fumble for ropes, beginning to choke,
The ship's bottom just hit a rock.

Oh Czarina, sweet, sad, Czarina,
Your bottom has been ripped from under you.
As you roll to one side, the men crewing you die,
Their souls now lost in the color of blue.

Cold fingers gripping an empty barrel,
Praying that land isn't too far away.
Hoping against hope that not all were lost,
Sad tidings ere coming of day.

One hundred years pass, and now the brief tale
Is lost in the annals of time.
But oh, sailor true, sole survivor of blue,
With you captain and crew you now dine.