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Little fly, / Thy summer's play / My thoughtless hand / Has brushed away.
Am not I / A fly like thee? / Or art not thou / A man like me?
For I dance / And drink and sing, / Till some blind hand / Shall brush my wing.
William Blake, Stanzas 1-3, The Fly, Songs of Experience, 1795

A white horse is led through the procession, with about 10 knives in its back, blood pouring down its sides. My stomach turned inside out when I saw it, but people later told me that those were dummy knives and fake blood. Looked very real in the half-light and excitement.

It represents Imam Hussain's horse, Dool Dool, and hints at what happened to its master on the battlefield of Karbala.

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