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Against the wind, hair streaming behind us,
I can't believe what I just said to you!
and still keep climbing upwards,
you're talking to a pair of ducks.
Faster and faster they waddle up the track
circling us with wild cries,
The wind suddenly dies
Did you see that? you ask me,
wherever I go those ducks are following me!
you tell me. You promise if I stay with you
and around the corner, there
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