I am on the road,
Thousands of miles from home,
The sands of beach paths,
North Sea beside me,
The language here stark and loud,
I'll remember it when I'm gone,

Rocks as long as your arm,
Old men roam the sands,
Dogs search for treasure in the hills,
We look into the horizon,
To see Denmark's shoreline,
Ships and boats and shipping lines,

Circumnavigate the oceans,
As long and clam as your imagination.

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