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I hear the soft whisper of breezeAs it comes in mayAnd I see the graceful leavesHow they dance all day!Far away in the misty dunesI hear the voice of seaAnd as my ears fill with its tuneNature’s spell takes me All I can see in the bluish mistIs the outline of a horseAnd I say ‘it’s not a beast’As it comes with graceful forceIts mane sparkles in the nightWhile its tail dances aroundIts silvery body emits lightAs it hovers on the groundThank you
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