How did we end up here, where a request for help has the blossoming name of a spring day?
I was born to answer to the messages of those who are sinking
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I was born to venture out on general average you don’t even declare
I know only emergency procedures
venez m’aider
and I can’t even help, because in case of Small fire on board — now extinguished I bring it back to life I can’t tackle the blaze (I am the blaze)
in case of Imminent collision alert I’m the impact the sudden, forceful coming together in your bedsheets
in case of Unsure of position I was born lost a broken compass my needles are blunt weapon only good to embrace — they never point towards reason or North.
