| Kuitebjørn Kong Valemon
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| was bewitched
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| by the troll hag
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| The fur of a white bear
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| is now for him to wear
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| Once upon a time there was
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| a fair and gentle girl
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| Her lack of worth
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| a crime
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| She found solace
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| In a white bear’s paws shone a golden wreath
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| In return for herself she received
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| Travelled far
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| and farther than far
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| Were living their lives
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| and every single year a child
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| Until the night
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| she saw that inside hid a human soul
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| He’d rush to the hag in the icy cold
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| When I wake up in the morning
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| I wonder will I
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| ever see you again
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| or was it our last goodbye
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| I face the truth when I see
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| there is nothing left
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| All I have is a sense of you lost on the bed
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| It’s never too late to fly
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| At least it’s worth a try
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| Wanted so badly for the past to be now
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| Running through the wild
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| Met a woman and a child
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| And twice again
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| Got scissors, a cloth and a flask on her way
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| And there past the hill
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| the troll castle laid
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| The hag aimed a wedding of pride
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| For the girl’s tools
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| she offered them three nights
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| Then he was deceived
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| but an artisan sent out a warning to him
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| Not even a needle could stop their meeting
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| Wanted so badly that nothing happened
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| Let’s put it to an end
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| In the trap door there’s a fell
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| The troll hag went straight through
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| and never came back
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| Brought the children and the gold
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| Off to their wedding they rode
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| and lived happily ever after
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| When I wake up
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| in the morning
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| I watch you asleep
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| Hold your body tight
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| longing to feel your lips
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| I face the truth when I see
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| there is nothing left
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| of the stormy past
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| but this I won’t forget
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| Never too late to fly
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| At least it’s worth a try |