When we get to the point
Where we can see
The other side of the mountain
Up this path I know
Which is a struggle I admit
So much beautiful around us
But if we keep following
The creek you'd say up
Here without a paddle
Avoiding the suicidal cliffs
And the increasing cold around us
And crouched by camp fires
Observe the eternal flame
I know we'll make it
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