Goes on rising higher
As we reach the peak
Leading us into tough fights
Filling us with a fire
So that we do not feel meek
The after effects are very like a fall
As aloud we call
Our victory to announce
And walk with a flounce
Our blood stops boiling
As we end our toiling
Glance to the skies
To see it as the bird flies
That we had forgotten existed
When we had our wisdom resisted
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