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Rita Connolly
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Two White Horses
Two white horses draw the plough From where I stand I hear no sound The hours of this creeping day In polished harness led away
Ploughman's feet in furrows Walking, walking
Years have bent this ploughman's back As wind deforms the skyline tree Two white horses never tire In all the turnings of the day
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Two white horses draw the plough From where I stand I hear no sound Two white horses never tire In all the turnings of the day
Walking, always walking In this never-ending field
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