The wind howls on a moonless night
the sky is starry and bright
The leaveswhisper, the grass sways
I can hear thunder but there is no rain
I can hear them coming, I know what it is,
I see them now as they come around the bend
Their legs move in blurrs, their manes flow like mist
they kick and they buck enjoying their midnight run
But now they slow because they know
here comes the rising sun
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