Er traut seinem Pferd das nach Hause ihn bringt
und der Klang von vier Hufen ins Ohre ihm dringt.
Es ist schoen wenn ein Mensch einem Tier so vertraut
und auf Leben und Tod seine Zukunft aufbaut.
Denn nicht immer hat jeder die noetige Kraft
dass allein er das taegliche Lebensspiel schafft.
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