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Red, Yellow, Green
Lights beam so sly,
The machines parts tie,
Darkness to the limit,
Streets lights lit,
Talk is near,
Century linked to steer,
Abiding by the law,
Rolling by in flaw,
Talk loud to the ear,
Roaring making fear,
The race is on,
Through dusk and dawn,
Flying by,
Fast or die,
The heart of the engine,
The race to win,
Red; yellow; green,
Around the bend; lean,
Fire crosses the line,
Switching gears; all nine,
The race is here,
Checking each mirror,
As the beast flies by,
Each car behind is shy,
For its life in the lane,
The trophy becomes my heart my game.
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