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The mark
Brotherhood
Ride or die friendship
The wolf pack
Motorcycles and high speed
The wind in your face
The howl as it rushes past your ears
The wolf pack
Just people who love bikes
Who honor loyalty
Who can count on each other when needed
Camping out beneath the stars at night
A roaring campfire
Telling stores then get some sleep
At dawn we ride once more
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