The ground was white,
The air was cold,
But there was a horse out there,
Still strong and bold.
It's silky mane still flowing free,
But don't go near just let him be.
He pricked his ears and faced the snow,
And let out a whinny that left no echo.
He trotted away,
Looking for his destiny,
He'll fine it one day
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