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I saw the Hero walking down the street,
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I stopped and offered him a ride.
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Once he was seated he looked defeated;
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He cried--oh, how he cried!


I asked the Hero if he needed help,
His grateful land would surely pay!
He told a story about his glory
And the curse it laid on him 'til Judgement Day.

Through hells the quest he could not quit sent him,
Plains, Jungles, caverns, burning sun!
To kill a terror, defeat its wearer,
And suffer horribly ere he was done.

But all the agony experienced
He overcame wherever he'd roam!
Meeting each onslaught with only one thought:
I will survive and find peace when I'm home!

And when at last came back the Hero,
Great was his joy all was the same!
But then he did find not so his own mind,
A stranger to his old self wore his name.

"And so," the Hero said as tears began,
"Enjoy the lovely land you see!
I know it's handsome--I paid the ransom,
In blood and pain which lost this land for me."

Thus did the Hero leave my company.
After he thanked me for the ride.
He left for nowhere--I'm sure he'll get there.
He cried--oh, how he cried!