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He stood on icy beach before me
His face was beaten by the wind
Before the early morning sunrise
A man who thought he’d never sinned
He turned and slowly came towards me
Stumbling and faltering as he came
By his side a ragged little husky
On his face the loser's look of shame
He said: You, you misunderstand
The hope I had for this land
And you, you cannot conceive
Of all, of all I believe
