Barren Pasture
The old white horse comes tired to work,
For all night long in the rocky pasture
Where the burdocks grow
He goes clattering among the stones
The fleshless heels of a ghost pressed deep in his ribs.
For all night long in the rocky pasture
Where the burdocks grow
He goes clattering among the stones
The fleshless heels of a ghost pressed deep in his ribs.
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