| «The land of the midnight sun is bathed in celestial light.
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| In the pristine freedom of snow and sky, you discover the
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| sound of silence. |
| Wherein dwell the radiant colors of the
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| feminine self. |
| Soft as snow, strong and deep as ice.»
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| Run daughter run,
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| show the others how it’s done.
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| Run daughter run,
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| run to the land of the midnight sun.
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| Daughter of the midnight sun,
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| mount your sledge, run and run.
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| Breathe the freedom; |
| air so pure;
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| body strong and heart demure.
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| Run daughter run,
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| show the others how it’s done.
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| Run daughter run,
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| run to the land of the midnight sun.
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| Be brave as you ride across the tundra.
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| Open your heart to nature’s wonder.
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| Touch the silence as you roam;
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| princess of the celestial home.
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| Run daughter run.
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| Travel fast, travel far.
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| Run daughter run.
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| Show the others what you are.
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| Can you hear the wolves,
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| calling, calling,
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| to the sweetness of
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| your heart and inner soul.
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| Listen to wolves,
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| howling, howling
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| for the wildness of
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| your nature self.
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| Be the colors of reflected light;
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| embrace the void, there is no night.
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| Let the wind comb your hair,
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| the midnight sun reflects and fair…
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| Run daughter run.
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| Run to the land of the midnight sun.
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