| I return to see the oak of my youth
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| To see the roots swallow her ossuary
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| The inlet, the strait and the pristine lake
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| My world in past, crestfallen days
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| The ever-swaying fields of perennial growth
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| Like walking across the rainbow bridge
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| A deep-rooted melancholy within ourselves
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| Yet I smile in reminiscence of that old song
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| Unchangeable zeal
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| Everlasting strife
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| My soul is formed
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| By the hands of gods
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| My heart is forged
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| In the heart of stars
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| My soul will shine
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| Through every night
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| My beloved scar
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| My northern heart
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| As the midnight sun caresses my complexion
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| Njord’s gentle breath leads the way
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| Through paths less known and beyond
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| Again I behold such immaculate sight
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| With every passing of the gift of seasons
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| Comes the lights from the ones who passed
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| Transfixed by their dance of death
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| Wherein remembrance dwell
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| Unchangeable zeal
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| Everlasting strife
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| My soul is formed
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| By the hands of gods
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| My heart is forged
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| In the heart of stars
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| My soul will shine
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| Through every night
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| My beloved scar
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| My northern heart |