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Sailing to the unfriendly regions of the |
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North. Some whales were following us, making sounds of warning. |
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The curious giants were playing with each other, |
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Spying on the expedition's ships. |
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The Arctic |
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Circle closed its arms around our fate. |
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We are sealed on this central ocean. |
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We have settled on the frozen zone of the tundra. |
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Blinding days, snowing with out end. |
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The winter months are furiously approaching. |
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The pole will turn his white back to the sun. [Solo: Sotiris V.] |
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The Arctic |
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Circle closed its arms around our fate. |
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We are sealed on this central ocean. |
