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Pale Horse's RideLie down and stay stillAn old voice whispered close enough to be one’s own Remembering why one was only here Only then did the pain set in Torn away from life A curse all in itself A vision resurfaced a struggle outlawed by the odds When awakening from slumber all sorts of tragedy unfold Not even barricades can hold back the suffering when one’s old voice revisits Embedded deep within A fire like curse holds five wretched shades Back where this once was Sound of the hooves They meet again and again |