Beneath the sky in frozen night,
A dance of green and crimson light.
Upon the hills, the silence sings,
As heaven sways on spectral wings.
Reflections shimmer on the sea,
A whispered call, wild and free.
In Tromsø’s glow, the colors rise,
A fleeting dream in Arctic skies.
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