Dither me can nothing, have set from I,
Turbulent so is the path, as the goal is so high,
To go through the path, that reaches to the pinnacle,
Seems to one and all, simply futile and cynical,
Futile and cynical, quite so to them,
Who believe in all, but not in them,
Believe I, only in I,
Hence I see Always High.
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