Once upon a time,
In a land far away,
There was a dark horse,
Whose name was gray.
He would wander all night,
And wander all day,
He'd listen to his mind,
And go his own way.
He'd dream about things,
The way they used to be,
With fun all around,
And wonderful things to see.
Thoughts and visions,
Come into his mind,
Because of so much loneliness,
It's his world he can't find.
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