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In the north, a storm brews in the distant sky
Now the waves dance, beating like drums
If you lose your cool, this sigh could be your last
But with every tomorrow comes a new sun
In the north, a storm brews in the distant sky
Now the waves dance, beating like drums
If you lose your cool, this sigh could be your last
But with every tomorrow comes a new sun
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