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In 1918, at dawn's early light,
The Harmony sat anchored in the bay;
The town they could not know while they slept that night,
Death would come ashore the next day.
The Spanish flu was like a gift straight from hell;
And loved ones slipped away one by one;
That ship came once a year with cargo to sell;
But this time she was as fatal as a gun.
There was no one left to care for an 8 year old girl,
And a younger brother that she fought to save;
The terror that came from the other side of the world,
Hadn't counted on a little one so brave.
She kept her spirits high and the little boy alive,
Then one night outside she heard a sound;
They thought she was a ghost, saying no one could survive,
It was then the boy needed to be found.
Another week went by, she was all alone,
She ate berries and whatever she could find;
The water turned to ice, she was chilled to the bone,
Finally she was rescued just in time.
They buried all the dead and burned the houses down,
They silenced the town forever more;
Today there is no trace, Mother Nature claimed the ground,
Somewhere in Northern Labrador.
In 1918, at dawn's early light,
The Harmony sat anchored in the bay.
