The damsel was in love with her horse,
the doe shaped eyes,
the graceful mane,
but above all the it was the roan,
for she often braided it with
alternating golden tresses
and grayish blend
the foal didn’t mind
as one could she the love in his eyes,
as it eagerly waited for her to arrive

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