Fall or rise I go on.
Like the ebb and flow of the wave
Lit by the light of moon or sun.
I am the note of the lament or the soaring duet.
I cannot be silenced, I sing my song.
Battered and bruised by erosion
I am the mountain, standing tall in the storm;
I go on.
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