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Come down my sweet horse

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Come down my black horse, from above the hills

My favorite candy is a pleasant and fragrance

Titan horses and the hills were lifted up

remove the patience that divided the heart into a few and broke

That path of hope will be repeated

The bird shall take me in a deep desire in every sea

Writes  easy has been tiring waiting of feelings

stretched in lines perhaps uttering hair

I was tired waiting to be cut off after delivery

neck in the sun is expected to be content and secret

Ask for the long nights bout

And the struggle of the storm and the storm of the sea

Or the Deafness of the Deaf as they drown in the imagination

The ripple of the rising wave and then the prose

I kiss the spirit of the twinkle of the rope

Stacked  in the absence of gardens  in stabbed and free

I will not accept you anymore

And the fear is gone where it settled

Where there is neither promise nor a throne to be ashamed of the shadows

My bird goes on until I am in love with magic