The Spirit of Ecstasy
She rides with the wind in her hair,
Summer zephyrs caress her face,
And those flowing folds of her dress
Add an air of finesse and grace.
Racing through England's countryside
People stare at the stunning sight
Of her enjoying the thrill of the ride -
It's like an angel has taken to flight!
On the bonnet of a Rolls-Royce
She's set as the epitome
Of refinement and sheer class,
Yes, the spirit of ecstasy!
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