The November 25, 1963 day of the cold sun,
the noble horses,
white horses-drawn caisson,
the dignity of their somber gait,
silver shoes resounded on the pavement,
the skittish night-black riderless horse -
Black Jack, led down the avenue of the people,
his symbolic rider no longer bound
to the earthly life, the sorrows.
The noble horses accompanied him
on his journey to the ages,
the mystique, the dreams, deathless,
where the ground is hallowed -
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