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A lake with no fish
Is the heart of a horse
Named Cold Air
Who, when young
Would run like a storm
They would say, ooh
I thought I'd traveled a long way
But I had a circled
The same old sin.
-A Horse Named Cold Air, Mitski.
A Horse Named Cold Air!
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