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I Have Conquered Mountains


Alone, I could sit for an eternity,

afraid, shallow, and weak.

Quite, I could last a century,

a poet without a word to speak.

Lost, I could feel with no memory

of the years, month or week

 

But with you all is serendipity,

my days are no longer bleak.

For you are my friend and my vitality,

and I can finally reach the peak.

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