Aye, Tin Man! Let thy galleons traverse
the water, white sails aflutter with
deflowered wind! And parade thy Cross
through the jungle, draped in red and
gold. A perfect savagery waits for thee!
"¡Para Dios! ¡Para Gloria! ¡Para Oro!"
And make those names good with fresh
blood on new leaves--if thou must, indeed!
A whole world in red and gold! Oh, steal
what thou must -- but know this, Tin Man;
the west-stretching ocean will never
be anything but blue, blue, blue.
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