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In a time of despair and need,
From the clutches of evil you need freed,
A warrior will appear from the night,
Radiating like the moonlight,
She fights in the name of the moon,
Against those who bring doom,
She is beautiful from her feet to face,
Her body covered with silk and lace,
But the only love she knows,
Carries a fragile rose.
