.The means of our dominance washes about our feet
Our Bronze Age of progress splintered upon the reef
Five days or fifty years, we'll soon be fate's debris
Impatient nations north of here hunger to make history
With no means of trade, crushed is our maritime might
Foreign sanda.
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