Damn your rocks
And slippery slopes
And the ice that clings
To your sides
Damn the way
You challenge my skill
Or the way you
Entice me higher
Damn the sound
Of your laughing clouds
And the rains
That beat at your heart
And damn the winds
And the ice and snow
That hold me here
And won't let me go
While I wait for the sun
To set night on the run
But time goes so slow
It almost seems to stop
While I wait for the morning to show
But that's just how it is
When you're climbing way up
To the peak of Kilimanjaro
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