| Seito lived in the canyon of the dragons
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| Sashiko lived in the valley of the moon
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| They met along the highway to Aomeri
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| Where danger in the forest loomed
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| Shashiko dressed in silks and dreamed of heroes
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| She was carried in a hammock draped and veiled
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| Her father was a cruel and brutal warlord
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| Who fearful kept her in a shell
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| Seito, he was but a lowly servant
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| But his master knew him to be true and brave
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| When he happened on the scene of her abduction
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| He sent her captors to their graves
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| Seito guarded Sashiko to her palace
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| He had no thought of ransom to conceal
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| She took him in and washed his cuts and bruises
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| And laid him softly down to sleep
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| When morning came, she rose to tell her father
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| Of the stranger who had ruined the kidnap plot
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| But jealous and enraged her father seized him
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| And chained him in the dungeon dark
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| Sashiko’s tears flowed like the river Edo
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| As she pleaded Seito’s freedom face to floor
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| But the warlord turned his back and would not hear her
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| His mercy withered years before
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| When night fell, she crept down into the dungeon
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| Two daggers hidden underneath her coat
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| And there they slept in death by harakiri
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| Her father’s chains around them both |