Imagine galloping through the meadow,
And being free,
The freedom is fantastic.
The meadow has long wavy grass,
And the whistling wind,
Weaving through the daffodils,
My mane and tail, blowing in the wind.
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Imagine galloping through the meadow,
And being free,
The freedom is fantastic.
The meadow has long wavy grass,
And the whistling wind,
Weaving through the daffodils,
My mane and tail, blowing in the wind.