That hissing crackle means that our brave Captain's done;

And so we sink down through the rays of hopeful sun.

Us, as the doomed, we have mere moments left,

From us, a message may survive our theft,

And quicker does the world encroach,

So sharp we feel the end approach,

But you, I beg, don't grieve,

These words to you I leave,

Such time - I'm glad,

My dear, we had,

I love...

The End

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