In my sleep, I hear the galloping of hooves
It seems a hundred thousand horses run
Across the prairie in my mind as I sleep
Those painted ponies kick and rear in fun
In my sleep, I hear the screaming of the stallion
As he paws at the dreamy turf of moonlight
He leaps and races ahead of the tumbling herd
As they ride to the edge of this phantom night
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