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Horses.

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The silence of a place
where there were once horses

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is a mountain.

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And I have seen by lightning
that every mountain once

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fell from the air ringing like
the chime of an iron shoe.

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High on the cloudy slope riders
who long ago abandoned sadness,

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leaving its rotting fences
and its grapes to fall

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have entered the past and are
gazing into the next valley.

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I do not see them cross over.

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I see that I would be
lying in the lightning

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on an alp of death, and
out of my eyes horsemen

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will be riding.

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