The combination of black horses. The wind is the farthest cloud that my hoomai sings. The fire is my menacing love. Burning in my chest. Strong is my worship. Bone breaks. I want to stand up. Freedom is my surging. There is the sea in my heart. When I grow to be as tall as you, I will be the mark of your grassland. The sun and moon shine on me, I fly, I run, make my wings stronger, let me drink the wind, let me be invincible, make my wings stronger, let me drink the wind tomorrow Conquer yourself, swallow your tears back, bite a handful of grass in your mouth when you are alone
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