Wind blowing in my face
Across the desolate plain
Chasing the antelope we race
Hoping to do this once again
We always have fun
Wether riding alone
Or with the setting of the sun
Exploring the unknown
I've seen some times of sadness
But you always pull me through
And though i'm sometimes careless
You always know what to do
Thank you to the end
My horse and my friend
By Blondie
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