I long for a place,
Wide and clean space,
Where there is no fog,
Therefore I can jog,
With a joyful pace,
Or I can rush or race,
Like a soldier and ranger,
Though there is danger,
And I will at last laugh,
Though the road is rough.
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I can rush or race, I like it, thanks.