Snowy mountais in white
Fields and forest in green
I've been sleeping, Alaska is my dream
in the water mirror, it shone a moonlight
Cold seas, Magellans Sea in blue
Even Pacific as the name
sometimes he's furious, but is not my blame
The nature is lovely, it's true
I feel like being a eagle
to look to anywhere
and expand my wings
as hard as shell of a turtle
as hard as to share
because the life have no wings
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