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She drives as fast as she can down the deserted freeway, the windows rolled down and the music blaring, feeling the wind tangle and tease her hair in a wild and intimate caress that reminds her of a lover long-gone.
Fast as she can, she drives away from her past, towards a future that she can't see when she's got her designer sunglasses on. A thousand paper cranes rest in the backseat, folded out of one-dollar bills and hope, keeping her company on the long and winding road.
There is nothing she cannot do, no obstacle she cannot conquer, no test she cannot pass. The world is hers, and she glows with confidence and pride in her own ability. The highway stretches on before her, lined with endless possibility and hundred desires not yet named.
She sings her songs to the stars above and travels on, searching for that horizon that's just out of reach. And she goes on, on and on down the road with her thousand paper cranes and her wind-kissed hair, on and on she goes.
Fast as she can, she drives away from her past, towards a future that she can't see when she's got her designer sunglasses on. A thousand paper cranes rest in the backseat, folded out of one-dollar bills and hope, keeping her company on the long and winding road.
There is nothing she cannot do, no obstacle she cannot conquer, no test she cannot pass. The world is hers, and she glows with confidence and pride in her own ability. The highway stretches on before her, lined with endless possibility and hundred desires not yet named.
She sings her songs to the stars above and travels on, searching for that horizon that's just out of reach. And she goes on, on and on down the road with her thousand paper cranes and her wind-kissed hair, on and on she goes.