in 1912
i left on the titanic
met the love of my life
she was as ferious as a knife
and i knew it was her for life.
on the night it happend
i got her to a lifeboat
told her i loved her
than the boat lowered
and i knew i was doing the right thing
because she lived
but she also lost the love of her life
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