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Everest—child; that’s your mountain, now go and climb its peak It isn’t easy to get to the summit, son, There’s many still there buried at its humble feet.
In the blackest dungeon forest, in the deepest dark There in; lies a post-hold position, in yours and gods heart Where in; he builds a lowly wood cutter habitation,
You are my eyes You are my heaven You are a sunny distant shore You are a cradle in the water Of a rainbow I’ve longed, longed for... You are the white-salt spray
We sat by the river of contemplation And girl you did whisper unto me Like a summer breeze All the secret's of your world to me And I was so mesmerized I unlearned how to breathe...
A lady laments a voyage of pleasure And cornucopia, English, weather. A lady laments a man’s time for leisure But never the daffodil fields of treasure.