I pined for the top,
The utopic top of the hill,
To stop the time, I said I will.
To save us, I knew I could
But should I go when its so cold
And you stay still and hope for gold?
At the peak, I hoped for two
The warmth was myth, the cold was true
Now I see I just don't need you.
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