The Stable yard is silent, no equine friends, no ears twitching over the doors,
Where have they gone? They have gone to Europe to fight a war,
Will they be back to graze the summer pastures green?
Will they be back to see the autumn mist and hear hounds running?
Will they be back to enjoy the fifty minutes across the grass?
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