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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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