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There was movement at the station, for the word had passed
That the colt from Old Regret had got away,
And had joined the wild bush horses -  he was worth a thousand pound,
So all the cracks had gathered to the fray

The snowy spring is raging mad,
I look away from the saga;
O, dreadful hour, when she
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