Horses shatter sunlight
tan my eyes.
Why do I love
a running beast
I make this ine
my beast
of claw of tooth
who struck
and did not slay
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These lines are stag
wary, ithe,
my fear my teast my tair design
t horse would save
my beoken son
my swift my sweet
then love would pay
but horse and son and love
are nothing
healed mine
whose pelt
my ease my ease my winter Sfe
my running beast
Here the brave one
crying horndeath
my kin my chief my mothers son
of broken sunlight
where Ikiled him
to his slence
The hand that made thee lines
I print in avh
emy lines my wall my hand
the darkest mea
here I keep my mother's son
my children ever knew
