This mountain
So steep, so high
My nerves are aching
On I move with resolve.
My soul urges
Up the mountain sits
My holy castle, Highness
That waits.
I see the castle
A majesty that waits
Holding on, climbing up
Down, spreads, beautifully!
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Beautiful I love it.