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Free like a wild horse

The wind trough my hair, the ground beneath my feet,
The earth were I walk on, the air that I breath...

Wan't to be free like a wild horse,
To take me to places that I can't reach..

I was born here, in this place that would come to be called the Old West, but to my kind the land was ageless. It had no beginning and no end, no boundary between earth and sky. Like the wind and the buffalo grass, we belonged here. We would always belong here. They say the mustang is the spirit of the West. Whether that West was won or lost in the end, you'll have to decide for yourself.