With all I need to pick
I sought for the peak
I will have to struggle
So as not to fumble
It’s a long journey
And will cost money
Will give all to there
Even if I’d fight a deer
I may fall sick
Yet I will take the risk
Failing may be inevitable
Not trying undesirable
Never going to depend on fate
Rather I‘d go in faith
Will be drinking my milk
When I get to the pick
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