See, they are clearing the sawdust course
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For the girl in pink on the milk-white horse
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See the girl in pink on the milk-white horse
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Cantering over the sawdust course
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Her spangles twinkle his pale flanks shine
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Every hair of his tail is fine
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See the girl in pink on the milk-white horse
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Cantering over the sawdust course
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While his hoofbeats fall like rain
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Over and over and over again
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And bright as a comet's his mane blows free
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And she points a toe, bends a knee
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Nothing that moves on land or sea
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Will seem so beautiful to me
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As the girl in pink on the milk-white horse
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Cantering over the sawdust course
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As the girl in pink on the milk-white horse
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Cantering over the sawdust course
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As the girl on the milk-white horse
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Cantering over the sawdust course
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Equestrienne
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| Natalie Merchant |
