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THE SAD YEARS
THE BLACK HORSEMAN (Continued)
Why should I fear when there are friends before me?
I grow old who used to roam enraptured,
Yet I am young for even more exploring,
Whose day is o'er and each wild joy is captured.
“I am the best adventure,” smiled the black horseman.
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