Motorcycle
My back to the warm wild wind
Onyx helmet on my head
Trees street mountains blend
On a cloud the sun is red
Riding with my Harley crew
Carolina is our destination
Yes where the sky is blue
Cardinal song a celebration
Like them on we fly too
Engines roar as we soar
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