Equus

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and spend glorious weekends...

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grooming that.

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You'll pop round to the betting shop
and put the odd 50 pence on the nags...

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quite forgetting they ever meant
anything more to you than...

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bearers of little profits and little losses.

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You will, however, be without pain...

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almost completely without...

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pain.

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And now...

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for me...

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it never stops...

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the voice of Equus...

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out of the cave.

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Why me?

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''First...

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''account for me.''

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How can l?

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ln an ultimate sense...

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l cannot know what l do in this place.

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Yet l do ultimate things...

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irreversible things.

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And l....

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l stand in the dark with a blade in my hand...

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striking at heads.

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l need...

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more desperately
than my children need me...

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a way of seeing in the dark.

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What way is this? What dark is this?

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l cannot call it ordained of God!

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l cannot go so far!

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l will, however...

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pay it so much homage.

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There is now, in my mouth...