Cycles
Cycles
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Feet pedalling furiously, wind rushing past;
A narrow path through a verdant meadow,
Just like in all the books she had read,
Green speckled with blossoms yellow.
Feet pedalling furiously, wind rushing past;
A narrow path through a verdant meadow,
Just like in all the books she had read,
Green speckled with blossoms yellow.