| Mounted on ice, carried by the current
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| To measure Earth’s hydrosphere
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| Below white clouds, above black torrents
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| Embraced by the Northern celestial sphere
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| Built to operate in this terminal cold
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| An excursion of Life and Death
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| Following the drama behind a Human threshold
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| With the duality of mind and breath
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| I travel with a drifting station
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| In this Kingdom of flaming skies
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| Below the clouds, above black torrents
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| Drifting away from the present
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| Exposed for Gaia’s obscure prime
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| I’m collecting Evolution
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| In the North pole’s aeon old ice
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| Like a glimpse of future raiment
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| A new dissertation is written all over the clime
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| I travel with a drifting station
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| In this Kingdom of flaming skies
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| A frozen World with a clear message
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| Evolvement can’t be defeated
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| And it replaces hope with knowledge
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| «Mission completed»
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| I’m collecting Evolution
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| In the North pole’s aeon old ice
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| I travel with a drifting station |