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On the outskirts of what the glaciers left us
Symbiotic keepsakes of olden times
They created dynamic structures of living
Meticulously sheltering and harvesting the eider

The man began to probe
Bask in the fossilized abode
Wild weather brought layers of death
To the bird people of Nordland

There they lie, oh joy
In beautiful abundance
With sounds and straits
We couldn't believe our eyes

Hovering, bursting, sparkling
We never felt this way before
To think the winds gave us sanctuary
On a cold golden shore

There they lie, oh joy
In beautiful abundance
With sounds and straits
We couldn't believe our eyes

Hovering, bursting, sparkling
We never felt this way before
To think the winds gave us sanctuary
On a cold golden shore

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