then why mention it at all
it was an accommodating ride
and the moon stood very tall
in the light of the morning sun
the greens are struck with dew
it is a memory of so many runs
my thoughts are for just you
a horseman's whipping tail
far into the sunset's rainy mist
a woman uttered a simple wail
was it a death or a true bliss?
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