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On the Rock, On the Ice
On the rock, on the ice
lit by headlamps not so bright
on the rock, on the ice
there was no sleep on this ledge last night
inching upward toward the light
the heavens call us to the heights
chimneys, ledges, slabs, and cracks
fingers frozen, don't look back
wind is cold, dawn is bright
we marvel at the alpine firelight
ice axe, crampons, rope in hand
icy couloirs do demand
burning calves,our spirits buoyed
we climb our way above the void
on the rock, on the ice
the summit icefield now in sight
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