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When dusk falls
Over the lovely city of Reykjavik
The ducks fall asleep
And the ships lie still
In the snowy harbour
But my mind travels wide
Across the wildest of continents
From Africa to Antarctica
Over the Alps to Australia
On plane or boat
I swim or float
And every morning awake
Back to the city by the little lake
Where the ducks stir their wings
and the poorest of men are kings