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Oh wild mustang, | Oh wild mustang, | ||
Indian friend, | Indian friend, | ||
How deep your | How deep your | ||
Dark brown eyes. | Dark brown eyes. | ||
To be here, with me, | To be here, with me, | ||
Standing, watching each other. | Standing, watching each other. | ||
I can see past your dark | I can see past your dark | ||
Eyes, wise with the land | Eyes, wise with the land | ||
That is as untamed as your withers. | That is as untamed as your withers. | ||
I am you | I am you | ||
And you know it, | And you know it, | ||
That is why you stand here | That is why you stand here | ||
Before me, | Before me, | ||
When you have the whole planes | When you have the whole planes | ||
To run to. | To run to. | ||
Oh Indian pony, | Oh Indian pony, | ||
Old legend, | Old legend, | ||
Why am I not | Why am I not | ||
As you are? | As you are? | ||
You can see past my | You can see past my | ||
Eyes and look into my soul, | Eyes and look into my soul, | ||
Its torment, | Its torment, | ||
Who could possibly be so cruel | Who could possibly be so cruel | ||
To place a horse, | To place a horse, | ||
In a body | In a body | ||
Such as mine? | Such as mine? | ||
You wonder. | You wonder. | ||
You stand there, | You stand there, | ||
Burning a flame into my eye | Burning a flame into my eye | ||
With yours. | With yours. | ||
I am as you, | I am as you, | ||
But it is as if society, | But it is as if society, | ||
And life | And life | ||
Has erected a barrier between us, | Has erected a barrier between us, | ||
And even though there is no fence, | And even though there is no fence, | ||
There is still the grasses | There is still the grasses | ||
To separate us. | To separate us. | ||
Oh cruel fate, | Oh cruel fate, | ||
How are we not | How are we not | ||
The same? | The same? | ||
You stand there, | You stand there, | ||
Swatting your tail, | Swatting your tail, | ||
Looking at me with anticipation. | Looking at me with anticipation. | ||
Do you wish for me | Do you wish for me | ||
To run with you, | To run with you, | ||
To become the leader | To become the leader | ||
Of your herd? | Of your herd? | ||
I could, at this moment, | I could, at this moment, | ||
Run out and leave my cloths | Run out and leave my cloths | ||
On the shrubs and | On the shrubs and | ||
Tall grasses, | Tall grasses, | ||
But why do I hold back? | But why do I hold back? | ||
I am you. | I am you. | ||
I am not you, | I am not you, | ||
That is why. | That is why. | ||
We were meant to | We were meant to | ||
Be together, | Be together, | ||
But why are we apart? | But why are we apart? | ||
You tell me you | You tell me you | ||
Do not know either, | Do not know either, | ||
So we stand watching | So we stand watching | ||
Each other’s eyes. | Each other’s eyes. | ||
I could, at this point, | I could, at this point, | ||
Reach out and stroke your | Reach out and stroke your | ||
Nose, but I do not. | Nose, but I do not. | ||
You could come | You could come | ||
And nuzzle me affectionately, | And nuzzle me affectionately, | ||
As one of your own, | As one of your own, | ||
But this was not meant to be. | But this was not meant to be. | ||
Oh great sire’s child, | Oh great sire’s child, | ||
Your mane is long | Your mane is long | ||
And tangled, | And tangled, | ||
Your nostrils move, | Your nostrils move, | ||
Breathing evenly and calmly, | Breathing evenly and calmly, | ||
Yet you are waiting. | Yet you are waiting. | ||
Waiting for what? | Waiting for what? | ||
You tell me that | You tell me that | ||
I am standing wrong. | I am standing wrong. | ||
You say I am you, | You say I am you, | ||
Why do I look different? | Why do I look different? | ||
I tell you I | I tell you I | ||
Don’t know | Don’t know | ||
Why, oh why, | Why, oh why, | ||
Why? | Why? | ||
I chase you off, | I chase you off, | ||
With tears welling in my eyes, | With tears welling in my eyes, | ||
Run along now, | Run along now, | ||
Your herd is calling, | Your herd is calling, | ||
I can see them. | I can see them. | ||
Perhaps another time, | Perhaps another time, | ||
Sometime, | Sometime, | ||
Wait for me, | Wait for me, | ||
Please... | Please... | ||
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<poem> Oh wild mustang, Indian friend, How deep your Dark brown eyes. To be here, with me, Standing, watching each other. I can see past your dark Eyes, wise with the land That is as untamed as your withers. I am you And you know it, That is why you stand here Before me, When you have the whole planes To run to.
Oh Indian pony, Old legend, Why am I not As you are? You can see past my Eyes and look into my soul, Its torment, Who could possibly be so cruel To place a horse, In a body Such as mine? You wonder. You stand there, Burning a flame into my eye With yours.
I am as you, But it is as if society, And life Has erected a barrier between us, And even though there is no fence, There is still the grasses To separate us.
Oh cruel fate, How are we not The same? You stand there, Swatting your tail, Looking at me with anticipation. Do you wish for me To run with you, To become the leader Of your herd? I could, at this moment, Run out and leave my cloths On the shrubs and Tall grasses, But why do I hold back? I am you. I am not you, That is why.
We were meant to Be together, But why are we apart? You tell me you Do not know either, So we stand watching Each other’s eyes. I could, at this point, Reach out and stroke your Nose, but I do not. You could come And nuzzle me affectionately, As one of your own, But this was not meant to be.
Oh great sire’s child, Your mane is long And tangled, Your nostrils move, Breathing evenly and calmly, Yet you are waiting. Waiting for what? You tell me that I am standing wrong. You say I am you, Why do I look different? I tell you I Don’t know Why, oh why, Why?
I chase you off, With tears welling in my eyes, Run along now, Your herd is calling, I can see them. Perhaps another time, Sometime, Wait for me, Please... </poem>
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