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You say the hill's too steep to climb, Chiding! You say you'd like to see me try, Climbing! You pick the place and I'll choose the time And I'll climb The hill in my own way just wait a while, for the right day And as I rise above the treeline and the clouds I look down hear the sound of the things you said today Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling Merciless, the magistrate turns 'round, frowning and who's the fool who wears the crown Go down in your own way And everyday is the right day And as you rise above the fear lines in his brown You look down Hear the sound of the faces in the crowd