To see Iceland was my dream
Many years went but not the dream
Then the time was right and the dream was true
On a farm on a mountainside I found my place in Iceland
I came, I saw and I loved this place
Where I stood and watched the northern lights
Where I feared snow storms and stormy winds
Where I listened to ramble of water falls
Where I tried bathing icy rivers
Where I learned mountains by name
And felt I was loved back
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