Your hands that beckon me,
From up close.
We must journey to where,
The hills are many.
And, we ride in the rain.
The desert heat, with furnace flames
We will walk, upon the brand.
In a land of burning sands,
We leave a mark.
We ride with the moon,
And, in the dark.
Now, we see the snow,
Now, we feel the snow
On the mountain's rise,
Cold and bleak.
Yellow rays fill the morning sky,
And, the lights of the polar night's.
Utter it's cries, from prancing
Star to star.
And, the sun-less nights are.
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