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 | Well Johnny, I guess this is goodbye. Oh the pranks we played together. Oh the memories you have left me. You served well on my ship and I have no way to repay you.. | |
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| I remembered the nights we bunked together, with all the warmth in my heart. You, howling at the other men down to corridors, oh the screams, oh what a riot it truely, truely was. Alas we have to face facts, Johnny... | |
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| There is just no place for a man and his ghost on land. | |
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| Boo hoo | |
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