| The grey quiet horse wears the reins of dawn
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| And nobody knows what mountain he’s from
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| In his mouth he carries the golden key
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| And nobody sees him but Gabriel and me
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| Gabriel and me
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| His nose is silver and his mane is white
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| His eyes are black and starry like night
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| So softly he splashes his hoofs in the sea
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| That nobody hears him but Gabriel and me
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| Gabriel and me
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| He comes in the morning when the air is still
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| He races the sun and he always will
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| We raise up the window and call through the trees
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| Oh we’d love to fly with you, Gabriel and me
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| Gabriel and me
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| For your back is wingless and there’s room for two
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| We’ll mount from a tree and ride straight on through
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| But I guess you’re wiser than I thought you’d be
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| For you never will listen to Gabriel and me
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| Gabriel and me
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| For you know that one day we’ll forget to wake
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| Call it destiny, call it fate
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| You’ll nuzzle us softly and so silently
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| We’ll ride in the morning, Gabriel and me
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| With the golden key
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| Gabriel and me
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| Forever to the sea |