MEMORIES OF A HORSE
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I stand behind the stable door and think Of all the things I've seen Of singing birds and greening trees Everywhere that I have been Of golden sun and rocky crags In gullies deep and fun Of sparkling falls and flying fish And perfect grass on which to run I stand behind the stable door and think Of where I will be When the seasons turn without me The world leaving me behind For still I have many things Which I have yet to see With each season come the birds With whom I like to be I have seen true many wonders Though now I stand at journey's end With hopes that you can do the same My thoughts to you I send
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