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Riding Wistful Horses - by Alastair Adamson
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Sitting here and thinking how
My life much richer is now
For all the ones I've chanced upon
And the tapestry that was spun
There was a time when no one came
No friends to play in childhood game
No one to shelter from the rain
Nor the adolescent pain
Yet in my inner heart I knew
Secrets rare and secrets true
Were wishes horses, all would ride
Other dreamers by my side
Then one day I dropped my guard
I never did something so hard
In my heart I let others in
And found I had a friend
By one's and two's they gathered near
Soothing all my darkest fears
A tapestry we began to weave
And I once more believe
For youth need never fade away
As long as I can dream and play
On wistful horses I will ride
With other dreamers at my side
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Flowers need sunshine, violets need dew, all angels in heaven know I need you. Years may fly, tears may dry, but my friendship with you will never die.
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