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With flowing tail and flying mane, Wide nostrils, never stretched by pain,
Mouth bloodless to bit or rein, And feet that iron never shod,
And flanks unscar'd by spur or rod
A thousand horses - the wild - the free -
Like waves that follow o'er the sea,
Came thickly thundering on.
Lord Byron
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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Dreams by Langston Hughes
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