Традиционная ирландская песня.
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You ride the finest horse I've ever seen.
Standing sixteen, one or two, eyes wild and green.
You ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch.
I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to.
Ride on , see you.
I could never go with you
no matter how I wanted to.
When you ride into the night, without a trace behind.
Run your claw along my gut, one last time.
I turn to face an empty space where you used to lie.
And look for the spark that lights the night through the teardrop in my eye.