| For a fortnight she left home
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| To see the Scandinavian sky
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| She had a teenage dream
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| Of a certain handsome boy.
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| And her afternoon was lazy
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| On the border of the lake
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| She drove the people crazy
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| Both an angel and a snake.
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| Don"t miss that day
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| You had dreamt of it too long
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| Swedish nights will make to you
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| Throw it away
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| Heartaches cannot be wrong
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| How could any other soul
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| Join in the gardens of her light
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| Though the gates had been so small
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| Though the hedgerow looked so tight.
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| More and more she seemed to wave
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| Upon the streams of phantasy
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| Daydreams led her to a place
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| Where she always wished to be.
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| She lost every glance of doubt
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| When the midnight sun turned red
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| Felt the tension about
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| And the trance in her head.
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| Lay awake had lost a dream
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| But had found a brighter light
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| She knew to be herself a stream
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| In the Scandinavian night. |