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Someone walks by and I bow my head slightly ,
I look closely Not a person just
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one inhabitant of this reality
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Sometimes I run Sometimes I chase birds Sometimes
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just wag my tail for no reason .
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Such peace even deeper than scenes with
roles and puppets ,
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Because it was me Alive Without a script .
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A horse pulling a cart

My mane rings with every step Body
strong hooves ringing .

I stand There is no one .
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But I feel that if someone approached
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I would let them ride me Or just put their hand on
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my neck .
The world is quiet I am proud
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And beneath the skin the joy of movement
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Two goats me and Sigma

It was funny, silly, fun
We galloped, butted heads, and jumped into flowers
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Two capricious goats who had neither
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goals or desires except one: to laugh
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She nudged me , and I responded : .
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We picked flowers as if we were .
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