When I was still a horse in a meadow
I must have lived in his body
have seen in his eyes what he saw
that life would never begin nor
would ever end, nor be repeated
I must have left his body and my memories
must have remained behind in him
you are standing by the fence round a meadow
on the other side a horse is standing
look it in the eyes - it will look in yours
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