Who is an old gray horse
Sketched on the cave of my brain
So I can recognize her anywhere
Her first sightings brought back
From the woods her first drawings
Brought home from school
See she says I didn’t forget
I remember you
An old horse draws me
Sketches me on the wall of days
As we stroll past
How many days since we first met
It was a bright gray dawn
And you were in your glory
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