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  5:30 am The world is still fast asleep Deep breaths of fresh air  Are captured in the windmill of my bones Rising and falling as I do.
This horse holds spirit rumbling real strong A loud neigh and a frightful sight, he rears He is young and unsure of what  is right and wrong Do not be scared dark horse, for i am here.
How I try over and over to avoid the enjoyable memories we had together conecting.
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