Grand Prix Malaysia
Sometimes is about the race. Sometimes is about race, and sometimes is about the human race. Beauty is not the winner, it’s the one who admires the voyage, and cherishes the memories and friendships.
He for sure has the faster of wheels Not so fair, not at all! With my wounded heels The race is on, the excitement shared Who will win? Who will lose? The race is round and round and round again The circuit closed, yet the race abounds The crowd roars, as the send in the clowns Now if he wins, it means tiss I who lost Should I win, then is he God chose To share the clouds and rainbows there Whilst the loser, will shed a tear in holy despair So there it is the race is on Who will live, and live on and on We each carry our holy grail Each wishing this life long race Will be as slow as turtle’s verses snails Let us commune and drink our ale
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