The hills are high,
I seek to climb.
The mountains are dreadful,
My pressing on is fearful.
Seven seas and oceans,
I find a deadly potion.
To whom is this bequeathed to? ,
To whom is this attributed to? ,
She knows my cause, She knows my loss.
I cry and weep,
To gain her empathy.
But i will truly remain firm,
Definitely love abounds in the realm.
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