She Rode

Through the dusty land she rode

Through the dusty land she rode, 

Riding through a hostile abode,

By her side she kept her blade,

Eager and ready to join the raid. 

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Riding through the dusty plain,

Galloping through a hostile terrain,

By her side she kept her blade,

Eager and ready to join the raid.

The End

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