Horses
Matt Walters
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We used to play where the hellebores grew
In the warm fields where the black swans flew
We had to climb up so high just to see them arrive
Under finite frozen stars
We found a hill and we called it ours
And spent the night just wishing our lives away
On horses
On horses
On horses
We will ride
For every day I'd rather forget
There's a long winter of cold regret
Let's chase the seconds as the night swallows the day
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On horses
On horses
On horses
We will ride
Like a truant with time on my side
No loneliness
Nor worth defined
If wishes were horses
We would ride
On horses
On horses
On horses
We will ride