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Doors are closed, fortune's sold
Left just with soaking coat
Blows of sea wrecking boat
Wash the eyes from the salt
Monday, mast breaks
Tuesday, wind came
Wednesday, ropes bound
Thursday, man down
Pack of crows glide above
Torn away from the sky
Pecking man's soaking coat
Scratching his skin and bones
Monday, mast breaks
Tuesday, wind came
Wednesday, ropes bound
Thursday, man down
Friday, hands bleed
Saturday, no needs
Sunday, sun prays
But the man drowned away
But the man drowned away
