.As the wind blows down the canyon,
And the rain falls on the river,
I can hear her song of wishes.
I can feel her body shiver.
Her boots are made of feathers,
Flying as she runs
Across this painted desert,
With a suitcase full of guns.
Wild, wild ride.
And the wor.
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