Her tears shall be her heart
Her words the mumbled riddles
Her company an owl’s hoot
The laughing crowd her audience.
But what she is who cares. She runs up the hill to the top of the mountain to find her lost star before it dies lightless.
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Her tears shall be her heart
Her words the mumbled riddles
Her company an owl’s hoot
The laughing crowd her audience.
But what she is who cares. She runs up the hill to the top of the mountain to find her lost star before it dies lightless.
Listen, World 🌏 ⭐️🧚♀️ 
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