When the nations fell down
Golden arrows were shot
And winged horses crossed
Oceans after dawn
April 1939 would have the day of the days
But the horses were shot down
And we all did wait till today
Fighting sun and rain
Turning gold the rainbow
Fighting the frontiers
Appaloosa through the nations
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