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- The Race Is About To Begin
The race was ran Someone lost, someone won I came and I stayed and the same ever since Outside The freaks of the wilderness, open in spring The time before time was the time to sing Unidentified song surging through the brush Transcription futile, let alone the rush You miss when hunched and scribbling notes Here no journalism is ever in vogue Despite the attempts of doctors and saints None have recorded its heavenly grace But I stayed, and stayed, and stayed That race was ran thirty years back.
