His black mane flutters in the wind
Brilliant black eyes seem to come alive
Hoof beats sound like battle cries!
Thundering through the night time skies
His long strides galliant and mighty
The hair apon his pelt sleek and shiny
He rides alone; as one spirit
Freedom is his only love
Mountains and plains with just the stars up above
The wild is his only love...















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