Wishing to ride them.
Wanting to run.
Seeing their blowing manes at there great power.
The sound they make,
Clip-Clop-Clip-Clop.
The sweet sound of their hooves,
beating against the ground of the open plains.
Wanting willingly,
so anxious.
I want to gallop,
canter,
and even trot with them.
I want to gallop,
canter,
and even trot...
with the Horses.
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