Uncontrollable
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...

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