They roam the land proud and free,
They fly far past others,
But never past me,
I have wings on my feet,
And my mane flies free,
My hooves are the thunder,
My tail the lighting sea,
And while our worlds falling asunder,
I am always the last to flee,
They fly far past others,
But never past me,
I have wings on my feet,
And my mane flies free,
My hooves are the thunder,
My tail the lighting sea,
And while our worlds falling asunder,
I am always the last to flee,

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