| Long this journey, very far away
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| White the night, foggy day
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| Over the frozen ground
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| Gloaming light, not a sound
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| Left behind comfort and family
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| To find this land, across the sea
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| We are the lost and found
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| The malcontents, the emigrants
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| Drawn by a call deep within
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| To build on a dream, to imagine
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| Vista that seem to never end
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| Valley and river bend
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| Mountain glen
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| This island home
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| Hokkaido Was Ezo
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| Hokkaido Was Ezo
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| Wintertime the way is soft and deep
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| Stay inside, eat and sleep
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| Mochi gashi, sugar beet and tea
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| Fish and coal, timber tree
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| Springtime kouroshio waters run
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| Plant the rice, wait for sun
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| Children sing the baby salmon song
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| Don’t get lost, or hit the rocks
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| Drawn by a call deep within
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| To build on a dream, to imagine
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| Vista that seem to never end
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| Valley and river bend
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| Mountain glen
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| This island home
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| Hokkaido Was Ezo
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| Hokkaido Was Ezo |