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Titanic

There was a high price
for a ticket aboard a lifeboat.
Hundreds of us couldn't pay.

Money proved important
on our final night.
Had we a pretty penny
we would be alive.

Held back were we
by an iron gate that seperated life from death
because of our lack of class and
"the dollar."
We never had a chance.

Its a little cold down here,
Two miles under.


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