Divine ComedyMy Lovely Horse

My lovely horse, running through the field Where are you going, with your fetlocks blowing in the wind? I want to shower you with sugar lumps, and ride you over fences Polish your hooves every single day, and bring you to the horse dentist My lovely horse, you're a pony no more Running around with a man on your back, like a train in the night...
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