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Crescendo

I love it, each time I get here
I mean the peak
Of the pinnacle 
Topmost of the mountain
Highest in height
From where my ego
Like myself, stays on top
To savour the beauties of creation

I am a conqueror
Having gotten here
Having laboured hard
To keep pace and rhythm
Every step of the way
A feat many only but wish

Lifting along
Not one but two
To the crescendo 
Of life and love


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