A journey, with which we attempt to look beyond our boundaries
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To answer questions asked for centuries
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Will it not only leave us with more and greater mysteries
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That's the question, that is
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What keeps me rowing, I'm sick of this strife
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I don't know where we're going, we trusted Leif
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He said, "You'll see Vineland is out there
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I can take us there I know where we are going
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Don't deny your need for knowing how far
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all goes on and where the oceans end
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The autumn wind and evening tide will take us through Midgaard"
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Still we've sighted only sea till now
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As we sail I sometimes wonder how far to Asgaard
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Greatness lies within the silence of the ocean
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Where we end is not our decision
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and though hidden, fate is fixed with no evasion
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All men should try to live for each
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Day for the evening, each week for the end
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each summer for the winter, each life for the death
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Tell me, does this all have a meaning
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And Leif Ericsson just stared into the distance
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And asked the question, "How far does it
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all go on and where do oceans end
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The autumn wind and evening tide will take us through Midgaard"
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Still we've sighted only sea till now
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As we sail I sometimes wonder how far to Asgaard
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Dagurin skin so fagurliga
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Komi©£ er h©¡gst a summari©£
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How Far To Asgaard
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