| Filled my wicker basket to the brim with salt-spicy foods -I feel like a king
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| Because now, in a few thousand miles
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| I’ve seen and done it all!
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| All thanks to my daughter who understood that treatment would do me no good
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| Now in less than a year I’ve been everywhere
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| Mostly at sea and some in the air flying high!
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| From my cold Norway along the coast
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| Through Russian waters in my old boat
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| And we challenged the Sea of Okhotsk
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| Volcanoes and Japanese docks
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| Temples and a kind monk who shared his tea
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| With a freezing Norwegian from the sea
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| We crossed the Pacific in a brigantine
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| Heard the island tern’s soft scream
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| The lighthouse at God’s Pocket, sea stars and seals —
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| Orca whales in the gleam
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| Shining down through junipers and silver firs
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| I pulled our provisions right out of the earth
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| Through a modernized, scary dark place
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| I ran and I ran through fire and flames
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| And I rebuilt a worn out balloon
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| Sailed in the air with the sun and the moon
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| Now I’m flying away, up, up and away
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| We crossed the Pacific in a brigantine
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| Heard the island tern’s soft scream
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| The lighthouse at God’s Pocket, sea stars and seals —
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| Orca whales in the gleam |