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My Horse

My horse my horse neighing loud
In the field afraid of sounds
You seem like you are bound to
Accomplish the night with a look of fright

In what distance i see you
Who has trained you?
Who will force you to thy trot
I will make you to thy not

I have raised you my horse my horse
I have raised you of course
You will come on my command
And you will never fear a hand

My horse my horse neighing loud
Oh how much i love that sound.

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