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Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
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One that smiled when he flew over the bay
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My horse Is a shackled old man
His, his remorse Was that he couldn't survey the skies Right before Right before they went gray
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My source Is the source of all creation Her discourse Is that we all don't survey the skies Right before Right before they go gray