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I use to think I could count the stars Now I know that’s not true Motorcycles going fast and far A dream the wind just blew The inventions, all the robots The seconds just fly by Don’t believe the days I scream They only tell you lies Tricked by something that doesn’t exist
A man on a red motorcycle, seen from behind and side, drives away towards the right, on a desert road at dusk. The sky above is a rich gradient, transitioning from a warm orange-yellow near the horizon to a deep dark blue at the top. The Milky Way galaxy is visible in a bright blue streak across the upper part of the dark blue sky, adorned with numerous stars. Fluffy orange and white clouds rest on the horizon, illuminated by the setting sun. The road, which appears wet or reflective, stretches forward, with dry grasses and dark shrubs lining its sides. The man is wearing a dark hooded jacket and dark pants, and he is holding onto the handlebars of the motorcycle. The red motorcycle has chrome details, exposed engine parts, and a round blue rearview mirror on the left side. The rear wheel kicks up a slight trail of dust as it moves.
