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Our Final Night

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10/1/2016
As our final night comes to pass,
a perilous journey docks at last.

Across stormy seas, the ocean blue,
each harrowing battle strengthened the crew.

On nights we feared the battle was lost,
our brothers dug deeper—no matter the cost.

Standing arm-in-arm, we would proudly stride:
Each man in the crew
quietly knew
we needed each other to survive.

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