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On a dark, flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
Whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night.
Oh, they say she died one winter
When there came an early frost
And the pony she named Wildfire
Busted down its stall,
In a blizzard she was lost.
She ran calling Wild---fire,
Calling Wild---fire,
Calling Wi--i--ld--fi--i--re.
