My faithful red horse loves the distance, the beauty of the angel disturbs its wings, blue threads close the old labyrinth, fragile winds carry its neighs, but it rides, like the distance that is forgotten in the dream of other trips.
My faithful red horse loves the distance, the beauty of the angel disturbs its wings, blue threads close the old labyrinth, fragile winds carry its neighs, but it rides, like the distance that is forgotten in the dream of other trips.
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