8.The Horse Fair
To where... to where
I come to you like an arrow through the night
To where... to where
To the horse fair
Cutting to the breeze
To where... to where
I see the ribbons in her air
To where... to where
To the horse fair
Through the sprong air
And the ribbonbs in her air
To the perfect life of a distant mind
To where... to where
These picture-book scenes
And wild seas
To where... to where
To nowhere
To the horse fair
And the ribbons on her air
From nowhere
Through blissful black nothing
Like no one to nowhere
To where... to where
A steel slow note
Slow changing low string
To where... to where
To the horse fair
The ribbons in her air
But I am the blck arrow
That flies through the night
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