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I stare at the model horse,

Prancing on the wall,

Head down low, feet held high,

In real life, he would be tall.

If only my dream was real,

and he would be alive,

I would have myself a real horse,

A horse that would thrive.

But I know, alas,

My dream won’t ever be true,

I’m just a girl, and dreaming of

A model horse that’s in my view.