She felt the hooves like they were her own
Hitting the ground with a thump
Leaving behind all that's done
She felt the hair like it was her own rise above
Battling with the wind to keep her warm
She rode with him
To endless fields beyond
Knowing the horse would always ride a front
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to the stars
Poesie[..] she stopped living her life cause she didn't feel like dying
