iş this the sweet sound that calles the young sailors?

anyone who thought a small town

was difficult to settle in

didnt want to hear of the baker’s

long undignified dying

or stand witness to the buildings burning

old friendships fading out crumpling up and blowing in the wind

when they hear the sirens wailing

they decide to learn a new language

and get on moving

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