All those cold nights
All those hot days
All those windy circles
The son of man persevered
All those thirsty hours
All those hungry moments
All those angry mornings
All those darkly evenings
A son of man encountered
All those mountain ranges
All thos steep valleys
All those prime plateau
A son of man climbed
All those peril H'H heads
All those stony roads
All those bushy roots
A son of man passed through
And when the pain got sour
The river could shine over time
And when good work prevailed
The outstanding success unveiled
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