Ocean child, where is your home
Sun and moon and
Two bright stars
Morning and night they pierce the skin of heaven
And on your wave with a strange smile you listen
Far, far away
Landbound but longing for the sea
We who would have followed
Now day and dusk
We ride like the four horsemen trying to
Catch you
Painted ponies pierced by golden poles
it's childlike innocence and the nature of our world - pierced by faux horsemen of faux ponies.
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