I used to be a savior, always to the rescue,

Then I tumbled down a dry well,

On a vast land of seclusion

As people refused to pay their dues.

What do I see for miles and miles? 

An unending bed of gold dust;

I'm fighting through the wind of vile

Shivering with hunger and thirst

Suddenly, I spot two arms wide open,

In the squiggly vision of blur,

Perhaps he's...

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