The Joik begins.
I feel the cold sea
taking me away.

Taken on a journey
from my chair,
moving on the wind.

The song continues.
I touch your land,
feel the falling snow,
swim in the cold sea;
finding lost things.

The Joik ends.
I never left my chair,
yet I’m different;
I play your song again.

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