Belle Etoile, Belle Etoile, my most Belle Etoile, the glorious Etoile,
you my, Beautiful Star, my show horse, are my pride and joy.
You came from Heaven on a thunder of smoke,
and as you gently whined into a gallop you broke.
You whisked through the night,
your eyes shined like big heavenly light.
Belle Etoile, Belle Etoile, the most beautiful star of the night,
will forever shine within my sight.
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