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The very top lies at
an altitude of 1912 metres,
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the horrible Ventoux,
an impressive scenery
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of white desert,
under a burning sun.
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They climb standing on the pedals,
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Constantly watching their gear ratio,
It is hell.
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But before they reach the finish,
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they work themselves into a sweat,
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and leave behind that musky smell,
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That supporters know so well.
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The pack sink into oblivion.
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For some the bell already sounds
And they give up.
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Those who can not really pound the pedals,
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lose pace, fall behind,
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vanish into nothingness.
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Together with a dazzling speed
comes the liberating descent
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to Marseille.
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Keep going, my boy!