Galloping, galloping, sometimes trotting, the heavenly horses appear.
With its mane flashing and floating in the sky, the Golden Horse is here.
Galloping with hoofs stamping heavily on the ground, the strong steed of pride,
Wields power in the wind to bring peace world-wide.
Is the galloping golden horse a vision or dream?
Or a galloping force with heavenly power supreme,
Galloping through all lands in peace under its thrall,
Galloping, galloping - all give way as the stately steed brings success to one and all?
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