By Moon, a silvery blue
By Dawn, a different hue

In the sands of Ancient Times
They have drawn these Battle lines

By Noon, blazen hot orange
By Dusk, red dances the range

Life tenuous on these sands
As war ravages these lands

By Moon, a silvery blue
By Dawn, a different hue



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