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Riding in the middle of a grassy pasture
A cool burst of wind tosses your hair
The sun kisses your face
And the rush starts
The sweet smell of flowers and grass
The breathing of your horse
The silence of nature
And you begin to prance
You look around and remember the horrors
But for now you sit in this heaven
It can’t last forever
This wonderful world
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