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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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