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A figure on the bicycle passed, said 'Goodnight', passed on its way, the two bicycles going in opposite directions, one with a small light dangling, the other with no light; both machines rattled noisily till distance divided them.

(...) love is a tell-tale and stupid but it's also determined.

Whether going up or down the scale, I must jump on to the bicycle and ride, lonely into the night.