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Nov 2015
high, low, lift, drag
the day has come
every moment a haze
high, low, lift, drag
my muscles tingle
all alone and single
high, low, lift, drag
the air whispers, "Move!"
crash screamed the wave
high, low, lift, drag
onward, forward and be brave
race you to the grave
eb
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eb
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