Crank, crank, crank my bike
Up along the hill.
Moving faster, sleeker, trimmer, dimmer
Never sitting still.
No rest, wicked soul,
Afraid of what lies there.
Toward the heavens, I keep climbing,
Seeking thinner air.
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