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My dreams lie on the top of the hill Covered with mysterious ice Now and then they call me, my presence Is needed to make them free. I try to reach them tying a rope From the ground to the top The rope is cut and the knot is untied By the fate hidden in the darkness I fall upon the ground with a big thud Failure falls with thumping success I relish the delicious taste of experience As I succeed successively in failures failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure failure