She finds a hidden hammer
Now all the world's a nail
The salt is rising from her skin
Before her looms the snail
He'll melt under her shadow
He'll drive her leaden sail
Her tyrant sun is rising
Beneath the comet trail
She grips her hidden hammer
And swings it at the foe
The force of stolen sovereignty
Accelerates the blow
But high and wild it misses
Her castles fall from air
The nail drives deep into her heart
And pins her to despair
Forever, to despair
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