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I climbed the mountain to my fate

I guess I must have arrived a little late

The snow had melted, and disappeared

All the rock sediments had been smeared

My peak was not as I had ever imagined

There was just the painful blowing of wind

And the decay of living vegetation

Everything done is continuesly undone

The level of joy and love is considered none

Why did I expect my highland to be perfect

After all, nothing I do is correct