August 24, 2010
Run, little horses,
Fly like the wind.
Through mountains and passes;
They won't catch you then.

Soar, little eagles,
Tear through the sky.
Past people and places;
You won't catch their eye.

Swim, little fishes,
Crash through the waves.
Under cities and ridges;
Go find your own place.

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