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The long locks of hair hid her face
To keep her inconspicuous in the shadows
Behind the veil of water
Where she could vaguely see
The lost love;
The wandering stallion.
She gasped, remembering his strength,
And the stallion turned his head slightly
Knowing she was near.
He gave out a bray signaling safety,
And she leapt through the waterfall,
Jumped on his back
And rode along the horizon.
Two thousand years later
She still rides her black stallion
By the curtain of falling water. |
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