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Hope The Star


On the car ride home she looks out the window

At first it was the blue sky fading into the orange sun

but then it grew dark

she didn't mind it though

For when she looked up

she seen one bright little star

it was the only one in the sky

she followed it home, it meant something 

Hope. Somehow the star told her that there was hope

 

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