Sun set deep on crimson hills
Stained by one aspiring will
To gain what once had meant the most
Even if that soon would cost
To grasp again what she had held
That in an instant, she had failed
Secret, secret, quickly exposed
So as to cover, struck she a pose
Now dust has settled, minds forgot
So to die, she'll let not
Now her chance again resumed
Her chance to be again consumed
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