I'm flying too fast,
but it is a total blast.
I'm flying to high,
I like it,
it is alright.
Super speed,
I like to use,
It is vital,
to win this race.
They are,
all well behind,
losing gap,
they are all tired,
finally at last.
I'm breaking clouds,
and touching stars,
I'm leading,
this race,
from the start.
No matter if I win,
no matter if I lose,
what make me happy,
is my own pace,
I really enjoy,
this angels race
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