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The way he saw me when his life was darkened with hate

THis is how I use to be before I found my mate

Thuis is to my copper coated pony Tiger. She's been with me for three years and has never once failed me

I am from... The blackness of a cold heart I resign in... The Darkest part of the Coldeest Foroest I am loved by... Unwavering eyes and black..

Listen to the Howling Winds They shall tell you what they know. Listen to the Trees They will tel you stories of years past Whatch the Raging ..

Lost is what I feel when his arms aren't around me. Hopeless is what i am without his strong hands to guide me. Searching for the what was lost ..

Never knowing what will happen Never caring that it will Never knowing if he'll come back Always wondering if he cares Never knowing what'..

Hunting through the trees Searching for the hope Never finding what was lost Never knowing what was lost Hunting for my life Hunting for his life..

Streaking across the meadows Over jumps She fears not the raging River or the depths of the Cave Her legs pump as she races through time H..