Sergeant the thundering of the hooves,
in the sight beside the barrel of the mountain grown to a valley run,
in the span task drive Zenith,
laid pounding in the Warming Hots of an obedience rules while breaking trot.
Raised to the Canyon of the bridge,
to the speed locking the Eye in the storms of the real found live,
speak of a Gave in the Strike of a sigh win neighing is answered by the breeze in Today!!
The Squall
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