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Breeding is the reproduction, that is, producing of offspring, usually animals or plants:
Breeding may also refer to:
The Gypsy Horse (USA), also known as an Irish cob (Ireland/UK), Gypsy Cob, Gypsy Vanner (USA), Coloured Cob (UK/Ireland) or Tinker horse (Europe), is a horse breed. The breed originates from the UK and Ireland. Members of the breed come in a variety of colours but predominantly are of piebald colouring and have many draft characteristics, including heavy bone and abundant feathering on the lower legs. There is no exact known history of the Gypsy Cob. It is believed by some that the Gypsy Cobs are descended from a combination of Shires, Clydesdales, Friesians, and Dales Ponies with their origins in the Romani gypsy community of the United Kingdom.
There is no set color standard for Gypsy Cobs, although the breed is often piebald in colouring. In the United Kingdom, patterns consisting of patches of black and white are traditionally called piebald, and patches of any other colour with white are called skewbald. The Gypsy Vanner typically has an abundant mane and tail as well as "feather" or "feathering" on the legs, long hair starting at the cannon bone and flowing down over the hooves.
Into a new place, pulling myself back
Tasting smoke and blood and burning in my lungs
I'm lying on my left side, I don't know if I can move
But I can hear myself breathing, I can hear myself breathing
Then into a new place - this is where I die
And all the noise is gone and there is only calm
Deep beneath the city waiting for the fire
Any second now
But the fireball never comes and so we turn back to ourselves
I can hear us all breathing, I can hear us all breathing
In the pitch black tunnels with all the weight above
I can hear us all breathing, I can hear us all breathing
Then into a new place shouting men with torches and tools
Stumbling from the wreckage in a starlight of shattered glass
The wounded and the shell-shocked, the blackened and the burned
I can hear us all breathing, I can hear us all breathing
Climbing ever upwards like the rising of the dead
I can hear us all breathing, I can hear us all breathing
I can hear myself breathing, I can hear myself breathing