A gentle spirit, full of love
died on the track last night.
He ran his race and did his best, then ran into the "light"
The gentle "light" held so much love and freed him from his pain,
He'll never have to try and win, or run the tracks again.
His spirit's free and now he runs through fields with all his kind,
Where all he'll know is peace and love, not cruelty from mankind.
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