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The Northern PrincessBefore the first seal the ice becamePlateau before above the Artic Sea floor“Winter now,†whisper the windIn the enclave of each icy waveThe disaster was swift, these menWere made Titanic promisesAnd will their joy to ego all the moreAnd enjoyments whose shine would come from those depthsTo remove them and feast closer upon their shinePlateau beforeAbove the sea floor, the sun began to shine
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