I do not own Trigun / Vash: he belongs to the amazing Mr. Yasuhiro Nightow.

Shortly after July was lost, before he began to remember more than a few tiny bits and pieces of his own life, Vash's thoughts may have looked something like this...

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In the Desert

A sea of sand I see

Endless it seems to me

On it, I may roam free

My life a mystery

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The blazing heat of suns

The weight of packing guns

When folk in towns do shun

My grief then deeply runs

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I'm blamed for lost July

That thought, it makes me cry

So many then did die

No memories have I

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Though, briefly, I've made friends

Too soon, it always ends

My head bows, my neck bends

With dust my tears then blend

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Though peace and love I've sown

Neither to me is shown

Therefore, I roam alone

No home to call my own

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Long, dry and dusty road

My weary steps have slowed

All in my bag I've stowed

I bear a heavy load

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The suns begin to set

Though it's no cooler yet

I try, with all I've met

To give and not to get

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Dark dunes of sand I see

Endless they seem to me

On them, I may roam free

My life a mystery