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From The Pier The Boat Would Leave Past The Point In Misty Shroud Ghostly Engines Fading From Aloud Underway Through History's Troubled Pages Carefree Dolphins Marked The Way Slipped Beneath As Ocean Rages Leaving None With Which To Play She Would Strike A Crowing Enemy A Spreading Fatal Blow That Gave The God's Of The Rising Son The Taste Of Fear To Know No Markers Herald Their Watery Graves Under Wind Swept Seas and Rolling Waves Silent Sailors On Eternal Patrol Scan Endless Skies For Kindred Soul Once More She Sailed From Lonely Piers As Cold War Drums Beat Mortal Fears To Enter Dark Waters Of The Snarling Bear And Bring Home Secrets Hidden There Now These Warriors Of The Deep Rust At Pierside As We Weep Forgotten By All But Those That Rode And Lived Their Lives By Silent Code When I At Last Cede This Salt Water Earth Lay Me Down On A Submarine's Berth Let Me Hear Again The Engines Roar And Sound The Klaxon's Song Once More So Set The Course For Heaven's Gate Though The Day Grows Long And The Hour Late I Must report To Those Who Wait For This Then Is The Submariner's Fate |
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