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| Sing of the days when the horses roam free, Running and jumping, so glad just to be. Graceful as eagles they soar through the wood, Never neglecting to eat all they could. Silvery mares with their stallions of black, Never afraid to scout any new track. Absence of fences does not make them free. Predators dictate their true destiny. | ||
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