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Titan! O Titan!
We will conquer your waterless orb
Your methane will fuel our ships on their way
To plunder your mother world
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Bid farewell to
Your swords and
Your lasers and
Songs of old
Your children
And gliders
And temple shrouds
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All are grist for our needs.
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--Steve Kilian
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