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Lorca: Canción del Jinete (Other) by Sasha In the blackened moon
Of the horseback bandits
Spurs chant out a song:
"Swarthy little pony
Where are you and your dead rider going?"
Sturdy spurs, and strong
Of the stirless bandit
Who let the reins down:
"Chilly little pony
What a dagger-blossom! What aroma!"
In the blackened moon
Dusky Peak was bleeding,
Bleeding from a wound.
"Swarthy little pony
Where are you and your dead rider going?"
Then the night with spurs
Kicked its sable sides and
Pricked itself with stars:
"Chilly little pony
What a dagger-blossom! What aroma!"
In the blackened moon
Shrieks and screams!- Intoning
Of the bonfire's horn!
"Swarthy little pony
Where are you and your dead rider going?"
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