Mariesena - Happy Days
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we were riding the bikes
along the golden wheat field
bright red harvesters were gathering the grain
my hair waved in the wind
the wheels were spinning faster and faster

we raced the bikes
faster and faster

in a few seconds
I flew down the slope into the ditch
and my iron horse slid limply
on the road leaving a spark
and fragments of reflectors
I lay in the sunflowers, heard the noise of harvesters
a trickle of blood was running on my cheek
a flock of birds was fling in the sky
and I was happy
I was a child.