At dusk, the dreadnought's nose
Peeks over the crest of a dune
Surges forward, up and over
Sandwake splashing
A radical with root beer
The mug ice-cold, thick with frost
Offers a draught to the dreadnaught and the drought
The gunports open
Peeks over the crest of a dune
Surges forward, up and over
Sandwake splashing
A radical with root beer
The mug ice-cold, thick with frost
Offers a draught to the dreadnaught and the drought
The gunports open
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