[ IP ] Upnorth

In the strange, wild lands of the Northern shore, 
 
 There is a little town. 
 
 It lies on an island, in a little cove, 
 
 With mountains and hills all around. 
 
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 It is not rich, it is not strong, 
 
 And by no great name is it known. 
 
 But like a pearl, like a diamond, there is one thing it boasts: 
 
 Beauty, and beauty alone. 
 
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 On a fine summer's day, the children were out at play, 
 
 When they beheld a peculiar sight: 
 
 A galleon! And another! And more behind that! 
 
 A whole swarm, glistening in the light! 
 
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 And on that day was when that town fell, 
 
 When it was ruined, like a blossom thrown to sea. 
 
 But not all was yet lost, for the town still survived, 
 
 In the lucky souls that still ran free! 
 
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 For during the time of the attack, 
 
 The beginning of our darkest night, 
 
 The grand master, in his great wisdom, cried: 
 
 `` Prepare yourselves! We must soon take flight! 
 
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 So he, his son, the three foreign envoys, 
 
 The stable boy, and his trusty steed, 
 
 They all began packing, preparing for exile, 
 
 With great haste, and with great speed. 
 
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 Soon the keeper of arms joined them, 
 
 His general, too, jumped on. 
 
 And to a couple outside, `` Come on!'' they cried, 
 
 `` It's past time that we were gone!'' 
 
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 Finally, me, the chronicler, 
 
 Who had been watching from afar. 
 
 I had watched, and cried, as my homeland burned, 
 
 Like a dwindling, dying star. 
 
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 `` Goodbye!'' I wept, `` Goodbye, my home!'' 
 
 As a tear slipped down my cheek. 
 
 `` Wait for me, for I will be back, 
 
 Though the future may seem bleak!'' 
 
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 So here we are, on our one great quest, 
 
 To free our captive land. 
 
 We have no arms, we have no men, 
 
 Not an inkling of a plan. 
 
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 But through the fire, through the flame, 
 
 Through all trials we must proceed, 
 
 For one thing we have: We still have hope, 
 
 And hope is all we need.
