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Our Race

Separate ways We run our race Only across, we share the waves But no one ever waits. Such as moving wheels Forces behind the heels Packed, full of whims and wills Breezing through cliffs to the hills. Across, yes, I pent For our hills are different Apart, we drifted aloft On our hills, we see atop.

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