wild horses are free to roam across the plain wind whisks their pace their open domain watch them they must move all the time and search for the pasture they graze and roll in it wild children in laughter so many colors so much power as they make their way across the border i watch them freely notice the order; these wild horses take no note of the time or weather they do what they must to survive they stay together wild horses are running unleashed alive and free
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