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THE MONGOLIAN
In the morning the horses came
They tried to make him laugh but the boy was like fog
The horses brought him presents to make him love them but the boy was like rain
Nobody knew that the boy was deaf and blind and unable to speak. In his dreams he was riding with the horses on the mountains and in the valleys; he was picking flowers to her sister
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