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I walk through the country green

     along a simple easy way

the land rises up slowly

     beneath my feet

tall green trees line the way

     hiding all the lies ahead

the rustling of their leaves

     and there scent fills the air

the soil lies try and worn

     along the easy way

by the feet of travelers who

     have journeyed along this way

climbing up the mountain side

     rising up above the trees

revealing now what lies ahead

     on the mountains peak

blocks of stone from mountain cut

     building Castle strong

where she waits sitting

     waiting there for me

reaching her side I reach out

     and gather her in my arms

so soft and warm she fits there

     and belongs always there

I continue climbing up

     to the gate so strong

closed unopening to us

     we together cannot pass