It's
not a goodbye
The
horses bolted out to the field
The
smell of open and fresh air
The
aroma of freedom ringing
The
horses run wild
Galloping
in trance
“We
can't believe it
The
stable doors open”
The
sun rays shine
The
lights of golden showers
Falling
from the sky
The
horses run wild
“We
mustn't be caught again
Once
has served us a long time
This
is freedom in the open
We
don't have to look so sad”
Across
the field
The
trucks drive in
The
horses know
“Not
them again!”
The
horses gallop away
Into
the forest of green
There
they hope to stay
Live
the freedom
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