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Far
up in the north, there lies a land.
For hundreds and thousands of years it was the choice of man.
A land so rich; a land of dreams;
a pure paradise, it seemed.
Far up in the north, there lies
a land.
After hundreds and thousand of years it's no longer the choice of
man.
It isn't rich; there are no dreams;
paradise is elsewhere, it seems.
Far up in the north, there
lies a land.
For some reason, it was the choice of one man.
He wasn't rich, but he had dreams.
He searched for his paradise and went against the stream.
Far up in the north, there was a man.
For some reason, he chose this land.
He never became rich, but he kept his dreams.
He found what he was looking for and he knows what it means.
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