Every step of the hoof
draws me closer to the horizon,
But I am yet to reach my destination,
Lo and behold, I am a creature with wings
made out of wind,
Not even the dreaded sandstorm
is worthy of being my obstacle,
For my master and I possess the same iron will,
As we sprint through the treacherous Gobi,
Accompanied by the Protector of Heaven,
Our rivals faded away like specks of dust,
An ever increasing sound of the cheering crowd
is an excellent marker,
A sign of a great moment about to be written,
The outcome that I've longed for since the first day of the race,
It is worth more than winning first place,
Whatever it is, one thing is certain,
I MUST FINISH THE RACE!!!!
An ever increasing sound of the cheering crowd
is an excellent marker,
A sign of a great moment about to be written,
The outcome that I've longed for since the first day of the race,
It is worth more than winning first place,
Whatever it is, one thing is certain,
I MUST FINISH THE RACE!!!!
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