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*jumpsaroundinacircl efromjoyfrombeeingme ntioned*
this is soooo cool...
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Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel.
Their horns were black and shiney and their hot breath he could feel.
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky.
Oh, he saw the riders comin’ hard,
And he heared their mournful cry...
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