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I set out like the wind down a beaten road

There I stood in the ruins of a city called boast

In the ashes lay a shattered and empty soul

Crying out"Where now will I store my gold?"

The demons were creeping in faster and faster

If this man would look up then he'd find his answer

I, I been wondering most of my life

I, I'm weary and beaten by strife

And though I'm miles and miles away

I see you at the end of my days