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Well, now my hands shake not at all,
So I’ll move on!
Into the precipice for all
My fears have gone.
I have no reason for a halt
Nor for a break,
There are no tops in the whole world
That I can’t take!
One of the honorary lots
Is only mine,
One of the very high world’s tops
I’ll reach with time.
I’m treading in the steps of Men
That here fought,
To bring this pathway to its end
Is what I want.
All my offenses and mistakes
I’ve left behind —
I’m filling in a new blank page
Of my new life.
Above eagles’ aeries and cloud herds
My top is seen,
And I believe that snows and words
Are always clean!
And let the years pass away —
Until I die,
I will advance toward my aim
In rain or shine.
That day the water breathed to me,
“Wish thee the best!..”
It was, when this occurred to be,
A Wednesday, yes...
1969.
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