The bright horses have broken free from the fields They are horses of love, their manes full of fire They are parting the cities, those bright burning horses And everyone is hiding, no one makes a sound And Iām by your side and Iām holding your hand Bright horses of wonder springing from your burning hand
They are horses of love, their manes full of fire
They are parting the cities, those bright burning horses
And everyone is hiding, no one makes a sound
And Iām by your side and Iām holding your hand
Bright horses of wonder springing from your burning hand
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