[bad word] you ride the finest horse I have ever seen, 
Standing sixteen, one or two. With eyes wild and green, 
And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch, 
I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to. 

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Ride on, see you, I could never go with you 
No matter how I wanted to. 

When you ride in to the night without a trace behind,  [bad word] your claw along my gut one last time. 
I turn to face an empty space where once you used to lie, 
And look for a spark that lights the night 
Through a teardrop in my eye. 

[ [bad word] ]