Whizzing, racing, flying fast,
I don’t think I’ve gone that swiftly in the past.
Dashing, speeding, down the line,
The wind’s flying past me double-time.
And as I slow down to a halt,
I wish the ride had never stopped.
Whizzing, racing, flying fast,
I don’t think I’ve gone that swiftly in the past.
Dashing, speeding, down the line,
The wind’s flying past me double-time.
And as I slow down to a halt,
I wish the ride had never stopped.
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