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Oregon Steppes - text

I ride, northern wind fill my sails
There's a place I've only heard in tales
A forest land of women, wine, and war
A land worthy to have me fighting for

And as I press on feeling alone
Tired hungry what does it show

My legs grow weak, my stomach is only dust
Shelter I seek from this storm of rock and rust
I'm on my own now, can't tell which way is north
But through my sheer power of will I will drive forth

And as I press on feeling alone
Tired hungry what does it show
Death chases me to the grave
But I shout back "not today"

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