He gallops through a young girls dream,
and is flying it almost seems.
His neck is arched, and tail is high,
while soaring through the cloudless sky.
He whinnies as he gallops by,
holding his head high in pride.
Then he speaks in words so kind,
in the little girls sweet mind.
Come with me my little one,
and we shall ride off into the sun!
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