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Every Day
Every Day
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One place I'd like to run away,
The place I think of every day.
The steep terrains, the islands and the falls,
The sky, the mountains and the gorge.
The bright illuminating lights,
During the dark, nocturnal nights.
Like bangs of fireworks,
And a carnival of radiance.
With the Northern lights going down,
Comes the rise of the midnight dawn.
The restless rustling leaves 'neath the sky,
Illumined by the midnight sun, looming high.
Where dreams of Santa
Would come true,
Along with reindeer,
And polar bears too.
The place I'd like to run away,
The place I think of everyday,
That is none other than
THE SPECTACULAR NORWAY.
