Ships
Josh Woodward
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he tide is on the brink of extinction
The sky is on the verge of collapse
The birds and the trees all are falling like leaves
The memories are floating away
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The cabins on the shore are abandoned
The streets are just a river of dust
The ships on the bay all go sailing awa
And they won't be back here again