I was sitting at the edge of the marsh
When the council came to bring me the news.
They handed me a bowl of cooked wild grasses and they
Gave me the ceremonial shoes.
Goodbye young danish women.
Goodbye danish sky.
Goodbye cold air I am going away.
Goodbye goodbye goodbye.
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