Riders on the white steeds
Shall find a weary traveler.
Salt milk they'll give him
To wet his dry thick lips.
But neither thank nor "damn you"
They'll hear from the corpse.
And riders of that desert
Shall give again them course.
Tears From The Wasteland - Riders
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