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A cross-country marathon race
Cannot use mechanical power assist is the red line
crowded contestants
Pass through the city’s cobblestone roads and ancient city gates
The road conditions of the next race are still unclear
the sky is grey
Let the flowing atmosphere carry a little mystery
I don’t know where I found a three-pedal bicycle
The tattered is full of the vicissitudes of the years
I’m running in a hurry to catch up with the line
Started too late because of too much stuff
And I have a pony named Mark
Sitting on the last seat of the bike, pedaling hard
I saw giraffes too
Obviously it’s to satisfy the will to join in the fun
And the big white worm in the basket
Swallowing bugs on the left, blowing smoke rings on the right
I don’t know how long
With bustling camels
Wow, near is also a mountain and far is also a mountain
The expected ending
Turned into autumn leaves in the dim light
I’ll take you to sail again
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