All the Little Boats

All the little boats fell through trap doors
When they came they found her breathing naught
Don't count your stars up on that tail
But Mary's little lamb that fleece won't fail

Bring her flowers from behind closed doors
Should all the colors black start to pail
Blue at the truth behind the trial
All the little boats broke the day she died



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