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His mane so soft
his body so strong
It's hard to believe he's here
These years, we've all been wrong.
I can see him here,
I can touch his face...
..he makes me glad...
but reminds me of the past...my longing tears...makes me sad.
But maybe there is new hope
I can see it in his eyes
He's still longing to be king
Underneath that mask of terror he wears. |
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