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At the tides of infortune
you stand tall
looking your construction.
With rugged hands
sliding over your crafts,
feeling your life,
gripping from the tide.
Mightiest!
Destroyer of nations;
And yet,
you stand tall.

Not forever adrift on the stormy seas!
You will prevail at all means,
departed from the rudderless
you will fight ruthless.

At the times of infortune,
you stand tall!
But when the sun shines
You will stand above!
A blossoming flower,
          At the menacing gates of winter!
You are to tower,
          above the gelid obstacles of the giver!

— The End —