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Wild Horses

I hear the wild horses call.
Grace is their tongue,
Silence is their speech.
They speak only with thunder
against the clean, soft earth.
Here they are found.
Here they are free.
And while my heart is with them,
my body cannot stay.
But I look to the West
and pray them welcome,
if ever they can be tamed.



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