Hounds are racing; horses are galloping,
She is running up on the hill so steep bedraggled
Panting in staccatos of fleeting hopes
for her star that someone stole away.
So she runs up on the hill again and ever
Till she finds her lost star.
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Hounds are racing; horses are galloping,
She is running up on the hill so steep bedraggled
Panting in staccatos of fleeting hopes
for her star that someone stole away.
So she runs up on the hill again and ever
Till she finds her lost star.
Listen, World 🌏 ⭐️🧚♀️ 
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