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Chevaux sauvages/ Wild horses The wild horses That run in my dreams They run a carnage Of war it seems. As time goes by I ride at all costs Through clouds in the sky My courage is lost. Oh, what a waste That your eyes of harshness See but fury in haste To make love in darkness. Release your poison Receive my love seed For the common reason Of souls in need.