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They were ours as a gift, but never to keep,
As they close their eyes forever to sleep.
Their spirits unbound, On silver wings they fly.
The horses we lost, The horses we loved.
Don't cry for the horses, They'll be back some day.
When our time is gone, They will show us the way.
Don't cry for the horses, Love the ones that are here.