| You are a bark floating free in the harbour
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| You are a phantom ship in high sea
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| Rolling and pitching your way through white water
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| While slowly dawns the day
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| Great sea is rising whispering freedom
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| Blown by the north wind its song is sure
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| Great sea is rising whispering freedom
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| Blown in The Wind Of Keltia
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| You are a forest of faces of children
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| Born on the earth and weaned on the sea
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| Faces of granit and faces of angels
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| Hopes carved from wood and steel
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| Great sea is rising whispering freedom
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| Blown by the north wind its song is sure
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| Great sea is rising whispering freedom
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| Blown in The Wind Of Keltia |