The Race, the Tour

Muscles of steal, wills of iron
Legs pumping, up the mountains they go
Pushing their bodies beyond the limit
Stage after stage, on to Paris
Wild descents, flying down mountains
Defying death, thrilling the crowds
On and on to Paris they ride
Muscles of steal, wills of iron
To be in yellow, always riding
Stage after stage on they ride
Mortals, beyond their limits they ride
The race is cruel, the race is grand
Only room for one at the top
The one who's will is the strongest
'Tis he who will finish at the Arch
Will win this race,
Will win this parable of life!

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