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The Torrential Hill
Runing
Runing
Up a torrential hill
The wind is cold, as is the rain
The mud grabs and pulls me down
But I push on next to you
The clouds in the sky
Contrast in beauty
The dark and black
In the West
And light and white
In the East
We laugh and joke
As we push on
Fighting exhaustion
Pushing through pain
Our breath catches short
But still we laugh on
We make it over
The vicious top
Now all we have left
Is the descent
Our speed increases
We're flying now
Nearing the bottom
The land levels out
We stop slowly
Turn around
Smile
And run again
