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Captured in the web of my song...

Soon you'll be singing along...
In the quiet of the night, where shadows creep,
A truth once hidden starts to softly seep.
Life may swirl with colors bright and deep,
Yet without clopping, it’s a path too steep.


The world spins fast, with hurried sound,
But something’s missing, not yet found.
A rhythm, a beat, to lift the soul,
Without clopping, there’s no whole.


The heart may beat, the sun may shine,
But a life unclopped is never fine.
For in the clip, the clop, the sound so true,
Is where the spirit feels anew.


So let the hooves hit hard and clear,
For without clopping, we lose the cheer.
Life is a race, a winding trail,
But clopping’s the wind that fills the sail.


Without it, all feels lost, askew,
But with clopping, the world feels new.
 
In the quiet of the night, where shadows creep,
A truth once hidden starts to softly seep.
Life may swirl with colors bright and deep,
Yet without clopping, it’s a path too steep.


The world spins fast, with hurried sound,
But something’s missing, not yet found.
A rhythm, a beat, to lift the soul,
Without clopping, there’s no whole.


The heart may beat, the sun may shine,
But a life unclopped is never fine.
For in the clip, the clop, the sound so true,
Is where the spirit feels anew.


So let the hooves hit hard and clear,
For without clopping, we lose the cheer.
Life is a race, a winding trail,
But clopping’s the wind that fills the sail.


Without it, all feels lost, askew,
But with clopping, the world feels new.
bruv
 

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