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| The Great White Horse Who gallops upon these shores That beauty, pure nobility Mane twisting and flailing In the misty breeze The rumbling of his hooves Joined with that of the tide, as it flows Floating along the sands Effortlessly, majestically His limbs brush through the spray Barely touching the surface His gleaming body Reflects on the shining beach He turns for one last charge Disappearing along the coastline All that's left is a trail of prints A memory of the power and grace. |
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