Ghost Horse that Neighs at Night
And I rarely that neighing hear
But when I hear there's chill in me
I fear neither neigh nor chill
But my heart beats
For misfortunes happened
My heart apprehends; my heart fears.
Yet above all and always rises the Mind Brain.
Runs after fear; for Mind Brain so immense be.
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