He goes to work at the fifteenth dock
His willingness to work is sheer
It's as routine as the ticking of a clock
Day in day out
He silently goes about
Shifting cargo from here to there
Hoping in the end it's fair
The expression of his love
Until one day
It all went away
When he found the Dove
This ship was like no other
He had ever seen
He knew he'd found a lover
And a perfect fiend
He started working early
Fascinated by the curly
Waves the sails would thrust at him
Never had he been so far from being grim
Yet this ship was soon to leave
So he hurried up and heaved
All the things he wanted her to take
Into her trunk, her beating heart
Knowing soon they'd be apart
Hoping that the sea
Would turn into a microscopic lake
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