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The Nordic land of the Midnight Sun. Shines pure and clean in the brightness of day. Summer arrives almost overnight. When mountain streams cascade down in play. The harsh grip of winter was hard to shake free. High rocks of the gods, still topped in snow The spirits of Odin, Freya and Thor Oversee all in the valleys below While meadows fill with the bounty of life Majestic mountains stand mighty and true The very air is tingling, clean and sweet While glassy fjords reflect skies of blue. Rising in blue from the sea's grey and green, Islands around like fledgelings tender, Fjord-tongues with slender, Rivers, valleys, Mate among mountains, wood-ridge and slope. Vikings, Vikings of the land of snow, Away in their longboats … off they go. When they arrived on the shore, they screamed and gave a mighty roar. They battled and shouted, they bolted and bounded, The thunder of Thor sounded out as They pounded.
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