I’m running down her streets going nowhere they can perceive!
I’m moving pretty fast, faster than race horses.
My pace on this race makes me lace so tight
Yet they perceive it’s nowhere
But I see the shadows of angels ahead;
Broad wings, flying, racing and pacing!
With the last breathe in my lungs I’m chasing, facing this race!
I must soar, I must glide!
At this pace I’ll succeed, I’ll conquer,
For it’s a quest!
Though these shadows be faster
However slower I may seem
I see better; these racing shadows !
I’ll win sooner!
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