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The arctic views |
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Its distant vast |
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And the shifting breeze |
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That blew my horizon |
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Where storm clouds mass |
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Along the skies |
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Dark and brooding |
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Across the blistered broken lands |
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Here flowLong streams of freezing water |
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As in a saga it lived once |
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Descended to the brinks |
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That tower to the sky |
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Sound my cry out to creation |
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Still I'm enlocked on these ridges |
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Where the sun forever vanished |
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Once a world were ever splended |
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That took my soul |
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Now the world is too old |
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So take me biting winds |
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My soul travels with a black heart |
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When the darkness |
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Close in on me |
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There's this world |
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Where I can breathe |
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Still the saga |
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The saga will live on |
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And the breeze that blew my horizon |
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Behind these waves of ice |
