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Sometimes I consider my pace,
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I’m reminded of a train gathering speed,
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for the climb to the pass
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In whose shadow it all really lies,
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a small metal wagon approaching,
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the ever present ascending rise;
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to the southern mountains
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Reeling and snaking and leaping,
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it seems like it wants to come loose,
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from its path cast in iron
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But she can’t slow down now,
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as the earth has presented,
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a new crest to reach
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without barely a rest;
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from the last one
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And you wonder just what lies beyond,
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though you’ve been there before,
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and forget about the effort and the strain
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Always ascending,
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each yard adds a mile,
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to the never-ending pull,
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of the steepening grade;
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that’s before you
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A valley, a forest, a desert, a stream,
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with an oversized bridge,
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for the trickle there beneath
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You remember the torrent,
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it turned to last spring,
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from the snows melting fast
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and the river it became;
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in the summer
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Perhaps it is ruined,
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from a fire that has scorched it,
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so badly that nothing
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will grow without rain
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To wash away the blackened soil,
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now useless till called upon again,
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in a future as twisted and far away;
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as the next range of mountains
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So take it as far as you see
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and beyond,
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with eyes you don’t use enough,
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gather up strength
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As Thoroughfare Gap,
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will await you forever,
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you’re seeking to get there
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for even before;
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it’s no matter;
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no distance;
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it’s the ride