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Horsemen of Horizons
The sweet sweat of salsa
So that I've forgotten the after hours
Like an eclipse that shades out of me
Looking back, the future was bright
I could hear the words of later years
How we soak into gravitys fortune
At the time, I was speaking nonsense
I remember how the ears fell flat
And sordid bodies stumbled into place
Still, with all my resistance I traveled
Bartered with my soul to remake the light
So I could come back without a fight
When I get through without fighting
Life has fashioned an emerald prize
Bestowed on horsemen with clear horizons
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