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Saturday, February 11, 2017

ALL THE WILD HORSES


All The Wild Horses


All the wild horses
Out on the range
Running in freedom
Where freedom's not strange.

All the wild horses
Their manes in the wind
Knowing not what's right or wrong
Or called sin.

All the wild horses
Through mountains and streams
Run in reality
Like we do in dreams.

All the wild horses
The black and the gray
The white and the brown
At the end of the day.

All the wild horses
Wherever they roam
Like us, all wild horses
Still need to come home.


©by Voo
April 30, 2011
9:49 p.m.

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