Poem -
I climbed a mountain
Like the rain, it falls down, like the wounded deer it stands back up
The sun rises with the flag, the sun sets with the darkness
The child crawls, the woman weeps, the old die
As I climb this mountain. I shall look down to the valley, where I lived
Nothing too small, nothing too big to overcome
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