Cycling free under the sky. Feel the wind as we fly. Breathe the air sweet and clear. Pushing harder without fear. Sweating effort every mile. Closer now to our smile. Ooh. Mountains rising, valleys calling, every climb a challenge. [Music] Sweat dripping, muscles straining, but we press on never so cycling free on the sky. Feel the wind as we fly. Brea the air sweet and clear. Pushing harder without fear. [Music]
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Nederland feeling