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She went for a walk through the desert,

Until she reached moister lands.

She picked some sprigs of sage.

And collected some sticks and stones for a fire.

She'll rest here for the evening.

Tomorrow she'll walk toward the East.

There's at least another hundred miles to go.

Before she reaches the old growth forest.

It's a long haul but she's on her way,

To see her King and his smiling face.

She hopes that he can feel her spirit,

the nearer she gets to his place of dreams.