| On the bog plateau of tiällheden, the color elasticity is all
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| Along ancient landmarks wet
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| Conquered by the seductive cold of the plant kingdom
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| Its flamboyant and shimmering mystery
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| I travel in the dull realm of the rain shadow
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| On the high-altitude greening gloom of the highlands
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| With the feeling; |
| as the equal of the lands
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| A host plant for orchid and ice donut
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| Jämmerdal in light obscured
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| Along millennial paths
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| A wide horizon with infinite space
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| Scattered characters from the same era
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| Lean soil marked by cold
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| Along millennial paths
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| Under the glittering shield of autumn frost
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| Everything from the same voice, everything from the same language
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| In the valley I am drawn towards the water's edge
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| Where the fleeting morning mist trains
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| It came from the deep, it came from the sky
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| And evokes all visions that lie of grandeur
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| Pathless outpost for this hiking companion
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| While the dwarf birch groves heat their brittle arch over them
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| Low alpine wicker belts give me peace and rest
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| Roots rounding gives me the chastity I need
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| Jämmerdal in light obscured
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| Along millennial paths
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| A wide horizon with infinite space
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| Scattered characters from the same era
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| Lean soil marked by cold
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| Along millennial paths
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| Under the glittering shield of autumn frost
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| Everything from the same voice, everything from the same language
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| Open to glaring delusion on mo and mad
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| The gorge is adorned by the sun's light lifting
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| Attracted by the buzzing serenade of rich gills
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| Which rises from the deep aim of the mountain lake |