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The Memory of My Memory
          By Randolph K. Scott

Her lines, her beauty, sleek and slim
   Sped through the sun, dashed in to trim.
She sailed the stars, touched each crystal sphere;
    She is my memory, the one I hold dear.

The memory of my Memory shall never die;
    We soar on forever, dancing through sky.
Broad beams, tall sails, in my mind's eye;
    The memory of my Memory shall never die.

Cutlass flash, blades crash, her lover's sweet call -
    A warrior, a pirate, a lady in all.
Through cannon and shot, decks steady beneath,
    In battles and storms, strength she bequeaths.

The memory of my Memory shall never die;
    We soar on forever, chasing through sky.
Bloody decks, sinking wrecks, in my mind's eye
    The memory of my Memory shall never die.

Brave colors soaring, leading the van,
    With fleet and armada, victory in hand.
The fullness of joy in battle; at bay,
    The hero; the champion, carrying the day.

The memory of my Memory shall never die;
    We soar on forever, charging through sky.
Battle honors below colors, in my mind's eye
    The memory of my Memory shall never die.

True 'till the end, through mad goddess' fire;
    "Stand by! Repel Boarders!" - though pain rises higher,
Battles glorious and noble, the last is her fame;
    Weep for my Memory, and honor her name.

The memory of my Memory shall never die;
    We soar on forever, sailing through sky.
Brave battles, great victories, in my mind's eye
    The memory of my Memory shall never die.