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I carried that dream as a girl, |
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Dreaming by a fjord so deep, |
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That my destiny called |
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From the coastal ship far out at sea. |
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Always at evening, |
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That's when that ship called out to me, |
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Saying she heads north |
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As I ran to the harbour to see. |
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A feast coming in, |
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An Arabian night with a taste of salt, |
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Fond good-byes and Good Lord! There you are! |
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These boxes with cats, these eggs that must not be broken, |
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These sailors' cries and rope thrown down |
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On the dock for tying, |
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Seeing the world itself arriving. |
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Made of steel and fairytales. |
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What a sight! |
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The Captain's black uniform with stripes gold and bright. |
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Happiness coming in. |
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Happiness coming through the dark. |
