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My lovely horse, running through the field.
Where are you going, with your fetlocks blowing in the wind?
I want to shower you with sugar lumps, and ride you over fences.
Polish your hooves every single day, and bring you to the horse dentist.
My lovely horse, youre a pony no more.
Running around with a man on your back, like a train in the night...
Like a train in the night.
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