A rocky trail stoned my gait, tripping
lofty lookout tower – now climbs the striking hour
clouds uncover sun’s sleeping fire
hillsides purple dotted bled
I peaked the lonesome spire
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A rocky trail stoned my gait, tripping
lofty lookout tower – now climbs the striking hour
clouds uncover sun’s sleeping fire
hillsides purple dotted bled
I peaked the lonesome spire