These engines are for now sacred,
As they cross between worlds,
But its death is anticipated,
And a mess is to be unfurled,
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There will be a bridge to Boyan,
To replace the river taxis,
A reminder to the young,
They’re the last generation to see
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Let’s not get caught up in this,
The old often gets replaced,
Cultures won’t be dismissed,
Remember when oars were displaced?
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Into a mess they’re hurled,
But this death was anticipated,
With new ways to cross between worlds,
These engines are no longer sacred