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I cursed them to hell, as our boeing fought the swell
Our plane danced like a moth in the firelight
White horses rode high as the devil passed by
Taking souls to Hades by twilight
47 years have gone by and I’ve ended my Flight,
My passenger's ghosts walk beside me.
Well a pilot I came and sure I'll die the same,
On a foggy morn you will find me.
