

Mountain RoadStarting on the ground I gaze up the steep incline Mountain ToshiwaMountain Road
The trees are thick here Dry leaves crack at every step Brown, green, gold, and red
I've begun to sweat The hill is really quite steep I rest on a stump
Finally, the top The summit is below me Now, to climb back down
Winter is now here The air is pleasantly cool Because of the snow
I have reached the ground It has taken me a year To climb Toshiwa
Oswald
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we let it all slip away
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