I pity the life,
Always in trouble.
So painful within
Horns everywhere.
I touch the horizon,
I feel the hormone.
I catch the hornbill
I catch in hornpipe.
Horny I am, see,
To test horrible life.
I pity the life,
On horseback in horology.
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