You take position, shoulder's down Legs straight, head up The gun goes off! You run. Fast at first, then sprinting You run for your name, your pride You run for what seems like a lifetime At last you see the finish line You sprint as fast as you can You stumble yet regain your balance The other runners catch up Do you win? Now that's up to you.Birth sign: Capricorn
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