To begin is painful, but once begun be ruthless.
The heart has to bear the brunt.
The heart has to bear the danger.
The season is cold, verses must keep me warm.
The year begins, the travail starts.
I see the foot path going up, up, up.
I see the thorns,
I see the summit heights.
I see the clouds frowning bleak and loaded.
I begin the first step, a stone rolls.
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