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If I should die before I reach the top

They could not say I did in vain.

My breath is short, but I don’t want to stop –

This ecstasy numbs all the pain.

Because your finest work happens offstage

No one knows the treasures I reap.

Your strong, steady touch ended my ice age,

Glaciers plunging into the deep.

This hostage was waiting to be taken.

He now belongs to you alone.

Your pleasures will never be forsaken.

For any failure I’ll atone.

Keep handling me with your usual flair…

Oh, love, I may never come up for air.