Winds of two hundred
find dusts of red;

no water nor air
sometimes I dread;

the steel is strong
the locks are air tight;

the genny runs always
right through the cold night;

the earth is so small
through the porthole I see;

the comlink is down
just captain and me;

re-establish connection
priority one;

But no use in trying,
there now is no sun.

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