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| A horse is the poetry of our being, The wings of our flight, To see another world While remaining on Earth, Upon the back of a worthy steed A lustrous golden mane singing The patterns of the wind, And a stir of the wild Shimmers gently in his heart. |
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| A horse is the poetry of our being, The wings of our flight, To see another world While remaining on Earth, Upon the back of a worthy steed A lustrous golden mane singing The patterns of the wind, And a stir of the wild Shimmers gently in his heart. |