| There in a blizzard of ice
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| An old man is walking
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| He’s leaving his Eskimo life
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| And knows where he’s going
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| Out where the caribou run
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| This wilderness desert
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| He sits alone on the ground
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| Shaking and silent
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| Something is coming to take him away
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| Where his long life will be ended
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| After his life has been taken away
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| He’ll be reborn returning
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| Please save him, polar bear
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| Release his spirit
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| Take him to where he’ll be born again
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| You know him, polar bear
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| As many before him
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| You took them where they’d be born again
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| He threw his spear one last time
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| No longer a hunter
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| He left his family behind
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| His work for them over
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| All his treasures were places in the ground
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| Wait for his returning
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| He will be born strong again
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| A new life beginning
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| Something is coming to take him today
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| Into the cold blinding storming
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| After his life has been taken away
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| He’ll be reborn returning
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| Please save him, polar bear
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| Release his spirit
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| Take him to where he’ll be born again
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| You know him, polar bear
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| As many before him
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| You took them where they’d be born again
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| Gracefully
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| He laid his burden down
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| Awakening
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| To a new life
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| Something is coming to take him today
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| Into the cold blinding storming
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| After his life has been taken away
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| He’ll be reborn returning
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| Please save him, polar bear
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| Release his spirit
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| Take him to where he’ll be born again
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| You know him, polar bear
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| As many before him
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| You took them where they’d be born again |