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There were Mustangs and Ponies and Curly and Dutch
There were good old American Warmbloods and such
But there's one in particular I could

to hide your tracks
And I still don't understand what you're going through
But I promise this pain will not be the death of you

Warmblood
You're not

warmblood misting in the freezing cold
Crosses in the air, spines fold, and water parks of aortas
Digging canines, claws, and cuts in the stones where they

Giving me sun, and air, inside this atmosphere

Who'd knew in a cold heart, warmblood could appear
You're like diamond, I admire how you shine and glare