In the highest of my lows
I hardly saw a glow
All wish was for a flow
Of success on the slopes
Of my long dream climb
All was like a dream
In a long cold night
With hours like a week
Looking back down
All at my mind was
Climb on to the steepest
For as you sweat you achieve
Success and stories
For others to learn
Life needs no sleep.
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