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Mother!
Shed your heavy cloak of regret
winter passed you by...

I must follow men
who try to teach
the summit
is within my reach

your warning is of no avail
resolve is firm
strength will prevail

when nerves of flint
ignite the flame
that keeps you warm
absolves your blame

The mountain granite
yields to me
safely up the slippery slopes
grasping the branch
of the tree of knowledge
which breaks my fall

time after time
echoes of your ardent hopes
sustain me
on this gruelling climb

I must find answers to their call
... the summit
can be reached