a black horse
stands by the fence
it can hear
but it can't see
it's a blind horse
it's an old horse
it used to be the fastest horse at the race
A black horse
all alone
its eyes have tears
its head down
its nose cold
its hair long
it is a blind horse
it has seen better days
A blind horse
walks on the grass
sun is soft
birds are away
it remembers the racing days
blind-folded
winds in its ears
it ran like shooting arrow
it's known as black lightning
A blind horse
a burnt out star
an old tale
by the fire place
it can still hear
but it can't see
the blind black horse
stands by the fence
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