• March 2, 2022, 8 a.m.
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All hopes are lost
The last bit of oxygen’s out
They say you’ll never return
This is officially your final mission

So, the vast ocean has claimed you
There’s nothing left for us to do
Some may still expect a miracle,
no matter how rare and impossible

Still, we must be ready
just in case you’re really on eternal patrol
while we’re grieving with our hearts and souls …

Sail away …
May The Almighty welcome you home
with no traces of misery …

Goodbye …


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