The spirit of Christine lives on,
A relic of a bygone era,
A vintage car that can't be gone,
Enshrined in a river of fear.
She's been around for years,
Yet she still lingers on,
A terror of the people she nears,
A force to be reckoned with strong.
Her engine roars, her paint so red,
A car with a dark, sinister fate,
Powerful and menacing, she spreads dread,
An '83 relic of an antiquated state.
Christine will never die,
A ghostly car that glides,
A vintage ride from the past that defies
Time and the darkness it hides.
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