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| “Where Dreams Come In Color” On silent hooves and sleepy nights, He’d steal into my dreams. A horse of regal beauty, Without reality it seemed. With mane so white, and shadowed sides, A gait so silky smooth. And we would ride for hours, On the stars, the sky and moon. And then one day, to my surprise, He stood before my eyes. And I could hardly fathom, That my dream had just arrived. He called me near and whispered soft, Of a place unlike another, Where fairy tales and dreams are real, And horses come in color! -Charlee |
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