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| Mustang heart, |
| Born bold and beautiful, |
| Destined to be wild and free, |
| You run tAhe range on the prairie. |
| Some have tried to saddle your back, |
| But your spirit won’t be broken, |
| And, as they fall, you just laugh. |
| Before they get up, you’re gone |
| Exploring trails in another valley. |
| I was left behind, coughing in your dust. |
| The strongest sandstorm could |
| Never strip away my memories of you. |
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