"A mountain is sublime and say high,
apparently while the lofty summit
the glorious sky shows to assault ..."
rhymes Floresta
old Castilian Bohl de Faber
Wanting to reinvent dream
fell into the abyss.
Being in a vacuum,
where your lips are wind. For
dream you wake up,
die of hunger and your cold.
For further ascending
Now, I know I'll meet you at the top.
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