We made music
Before we spoke
We danced and broke down
Into song we said
Love before we fought
Ecstasy against despair
We were done with time
All we needed was the space
Infinite and ever-churning
To call home this lostness
You still keep the photo folded
Of a horse in your pocket
Your pride is as long as your hair
Still cantering toward the future
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