My Young Foal

by Queen Cookie
Little foal, wrapped in a blanket. How I wish I could hold you again.

Little foal, wrapped in a blanket.

How I wish I could hold you again.

Little foal, you grew up right.

But I still saw the fear in your eyes.


One thing you never want to do, is betray your own family.

Everyone
Incomplete
Tragedy
Slice of Life
Sad
 

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  1. Introduction 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
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