I, as a rider, I ride
Up mountains in haste I go
I know not yonder I go
Yet, as a rider, I ride.
Step, Oh quick I ride, by step
Down the slope a frantic race
Dashing on with hurried pace
Quick, I ride in gen-tle step.
Swift, I did ride on, so swift
But there a vast to my face
And a crumbling to my race
Will, you ride a step, or swift?
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