Eating at hole in small places
A beacon of hope and wane
Established by soap and swans
The ultimate love for bane
Crashing yourself upon rocks
Like a hopeless beautiful boat
Rotting like a dead tree
Surrounded by a hundred moats
Righting wrongs and spelling out
The only way is to see
Eating a hole in a small place
The only one to be
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