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A meadow you see,
Turned white by snow.
Come walk with me,
You'll want to know.
 
I know its cold,
But your will is strong.
Come on......be bold!
We won't be long.
 
Yonder's the mountain
There are trees at the foot.
Fill your eyes,
Drink in the look.
 
Straight up it climbs,
right to the top.
A long hard way,
Too late to stop.
 
The peak is just,
Around the bend.
To see's a must,
Your thoughts transcend.....
 
Above a summit,
A summit so high,
The sun's nearly hit,
But passes on by.
 
And on that summit,
Look out at all.
What do you see?
Everything tall.
 
And me,
So small.....
I hate being missed.....

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