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I walk up the paths;
of the mountians high,
Up the mountian paths;
toward the clear sky.
To the space of clarity;
where everything is clear,
it gives my whole world clarity;
and the truth is so near.
The truth of the future present;
and most of all my past,
of how I have gotten to the present;
my forgotten past is gone so fast.
A top this was once my life;
from which I'm dead and gone,
I want to remember my life;
like the words of a forgotten song.
I reach the top but all I see;
an endless vast that goes forever,
the bright blue of the wide sea;
but I'm not of the sea, ever, never!
Over the cliff I once did fall;
to my untimely death I now remember,
pushed by my love and I did fall;
on the last second of my last December.
