| Horses are creatures who worship the earth
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| They gallop on feet of ivory
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| Constrained by the wonder of dying and birth
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| The horses still run they are free
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| My body is merely the shell of my soul
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| But the flesh must be given its due
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| Like a pony that carries its rider back home
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| Like an old friend that’s tried and been true
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| I had a vision of eagles and horses
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| High on a ridge in a race with the wind
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| Going higher and higher and faster and faster
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| On eagles and horses I’m flying again
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| Eagles inhabit the heavenly heights
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| They know neither limit nor bound
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| They’re the guardian angels of darkness and light
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| They see all and hear every sound
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| My spirit will never be broken or caught
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| For the soul is a free flying thing
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| Like an eagle that needs neither comfort nor thought
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| To rise up on glorious wings
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| I had a vision of eagles and horses
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| High on a ridge in a race with the wind
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| Going higher and higher and faster and faster
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| On eagles and horses I’m flying again
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| Flying again, I’m flying again
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| My body is merely the shell of my soul
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| But the flesh must be given its due
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| Like a pony that carries its master back home
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| Like an old friend that’s tried and been true
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| My spirit will never be broken or caught
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| For the soul is a free flying thing
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| Like an eagle that needs neither comfort nor thought
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| To rise up on glorious wings
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| I had a vision of eagles and horses
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| High on a ridge in a race with the wind
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| Going higher and higher and faster and faster
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| On eagles and horses I’m flying again
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| Flying again, I’m flying again
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| Flying again, I’m flying again |