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Kelpie
Among the grass There is a rustle, like the passing of a stormy wind. Among the fields only the noise of a gallop overhangs the ground where it is passing where a white steed, carries with it the color of the water and the moonlight. On his back a noble knight, whose end will not be marked by a sharp blade, but from the flow of the river, home of the beautiful horse. Poem (C):…