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| Hold on, brothers. |
As we climb.
Do not let your spirit fall,
nor let your eyes cower.
Feel strong in your knees because
we are getting to the summit of this mountain.
True, the climb is treacherous;
Infested with flies and bites of snakes and,
roars of the beast.
True, the dark Spears and arrows
of the pirates are waiting
on the grass and flying
in the air.
And we hear their laughter
and gloating, in our heads.
And, a dark storm is gathering
over our shadows
Yet, be strong, brothers and,
gaze upon the summit.
There, the faces of the baby angels
are smiling,
their arms outstretched.
We will melt in the euphoria,
And dance like children
in the rain.
Look, brothers,
I can see the stars already;
They are like diamonds.
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