A child on a bike
Drivinf fast on the street
He has got serious talents
Him, no one can defeat
.
He dreams to fly high
Has never lost control
The car was enough, close
To make him completely lone
.
He was asked by a clown
While body's turning read
"Your dream will not come true"
He said: I'm finally dead ...
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