| The Kashmir sky
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| The biggest face in snow
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| Sixteen thousand feet
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| Reaching from top to toe
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| A sight of blinding splendor
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| When destiny calls
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| Straight on the path to fame
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| The king has broken a bond
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| The summit calls their names
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| Before the voice trailed away in silence
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| Before he was swept away
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| (Brother, death and loneliness)
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| He’s crawling
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| He’s falling
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| He is desperately unclear
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| He’s tracing, effacing
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| The memory of Diamir
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| The western wall
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| A fateful call
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| No answer, no warning
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| Just fear for a brother on Diamir
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| A gleam of hope, racked with pain
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| The way to cope, when brothers remain
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| Woebegone, the pangs of remorse
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| On and on, to follow the force
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| The summit alone, the ghost of a chance
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| The venture so unknown, a fading romance
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| In the presence of danger, the tag-end of will
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| The claws of a stranger, can stroke or can kill
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| Enshrine the memory, surmounting the fear
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| It’s an icebound tragedy, the fate of Diamir
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| The veil of oblivion of blood, tears and sweat
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| Out of a clear sky as his sun is set
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| Pay the last honors, thoughts range the past
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| Hold on in remembrance, memories that last
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| Goodbye |