At the tip of the mountain saw I, a flame
as brilliant as a thousand suns
And I haven't a clue, for who, to blame
For when I climbed to the top saw I, none
Then, looking down I saw, aglow
A light as white as a thousand winters
But when I reached the land below
Saw I, it break in a thousand splinters
Then, at once, again at the mountain's peak
A light which blinded the brightest star
Thought I, the beauty which I seek
For now, be best admired afar
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