Galloping, galloping through the tall grasses
Hear the music of hooves
As they race through the passes
Materializing out of the mist at dawn
In these high mountain ranges
They claim for their own
Wild and free as pure mountain air
Man has no dominion over them here
Independent and strong with manes proudly flying
They call to my spirit to up and away
To be free as wild mustangs on hills far away

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