Smooth glides on a cloudlike shell,
Almost as much sand as on beach below.
My Beautiful Iceland.
Massively high jumps,
And fast, graceful spins,
On My Beautiful Iceland.
Friends that are dear,
And alike to me,
That are loved on Iceland.
We are all different,
But the same,
For we feel the similar on this Iceland,
Our Beautiful Iceland.
We feel refined and lovely just skating over it.
My Beautiful Iceland.
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