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Speed gives me a thrill like no other kind,
so when I feel the need for a rush,
I ride my bike down the steepest hill I can find.


I yearn for the wind blowing through my hair.
I ache for the breeze against my face.
When I'm on my bike I haven't a single care,
and as for worry, there isn't a trace.


It gives me a sense of freedom,
that nothing else can match.
When I go fast it makes me feel alive.
My heart beats happily,
and the spirit within me begins to thrive.


I ride until I can go on no longer,
and hope that my legs will grow stronger.
So that each time I ride, my speed will increase,
because my love for speed will never cease.

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