White horse emerging
From amidst the trees
We are on the borders
Of faerie now
All is enchantment
For the space of a breath
If I could choose
I would live on this margin
In this moment
For all time.
White horse emerging
From amidst the trees
We are on the borders
Of faerie now
All is enchantment
For the space of a breath
If I could choose
I would live on this margin
In this moment
For all time.
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