Oh Thunderbird
Chariot of my youth
White, convertible, sleek
Your red leather seats
Carried me into womanhood
To the beach with my friends
To the unexplored city
To the local hamburger hangout
As we laughed and spilled ice on summer nights
Holding the wheel
The road stretched ahead
Wind blew in my hair
I had no earthly cares
Return
Oh Great Thunderbird
Firebird of lightning
To the New Millennium
Eagle Winged
Chariot of my Youth
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