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The wind blew through trees near the river And the leaves on the ground gave a quiver The mare came closer And eyed the composer Whose gaze she returned with a shiver Blue shimmers highlighted her mane Matchless she was, far from plain With bi-colour eyes She stared in surprise At the stranger within her domain The stranger stood still to admire Her colours, like sparks from a fire Pink, purple and blue Of a breath-taking hue The guest’s heart overflowed with desire The mare was pure and unspoiled Her coat appeared clean and unsoiled Innocent and artless Inspiring the heartless Under thin skin, her muscles laid coiled The calm bro