A fearsome wind blew,
and the mountain was steep;
we climbed it together,
our love was so deep.
Not one soul did we see,
not one bird on the wing;
both blind to all others...
young love was everything.
Now the sun always shines,
no grey clouds up above,
we weathered life's storm
so deep was our love.
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