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The moonlight dancing on purple mountains
The clouds rose higher from the trail of his steed
A man determined by vindication
A vigilante will make them suffer and make them bleed
The doors of the castle shattered with shots
He tied the pigs down and left them there to rot
He took the gold and diamonds and rode away
A thousand families will have bread again today
He rides to town in the blackened evening
For the forgotten shadows who's souls are seething
The ruling class would like to see him hanging
For he's a man of the poor, and what's more, a vigilante
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