Ride
The horse, the horse has no stable
It ran straight out of our fable
The rusty lion has had to jump and shove
And is already sick of our love
The only one that doesn’t seem to dare
Is the graceless Swann
Who has long since been too tired to care
Therein lay the sign
The demise of our beloved shrine
A plea to stop this machine
It borders on obscene
And shift our gaze to the wildest of green’s
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