Urup (Russian: Уру́п, Japanese: 得撫島, Ainu: ウルㇷ゚, Urup) is an uninhabited volcanic island in the Kuril Islands chain in the south of the Sea of Okhotsk, northwest Pacific Ocean. Its name is derived from the Ainu language word for salmon trout.
Urup has a roughly rectangular shape, measuring 120 kilometres (75 mi) along its long axis and approximately 20 kilometres (12 mi) along its narrow axis. It is the fourth largest of the Kuril Islands, with an area of 1430 km² The highest point is Gora Ivao (1,426 metres (4,678 ft)).
The strait between Urup and Iturup is known as the Vries Strait, after Dutch explorer Maarten Gerritsz Vries, the first recorded European to explore the area. The strait between Urup and Simushir is known as the Boussole Strait, after the French word for "compass", which was the name of one of La Pérouse's vessels. This French mariner explored the area of the Kuril Islands in 1787.
Urup consists of four major groups of active or dormant stratovolcanos:
Coordinates: 11°08′26″S 62°21′39″W / 11.14056°S 62.36083°W / -11.14056; -62.36083 Urupá is a municipality located in the Brazilian state of Rondônia. Its population was 17,322 (2005) and its area is 832 km2.
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I was missing my
Little miss misty eyes
She made my life complete
Id been waiting on
True loves sweet surprise
And it tasted so sweet
Oh it tasted so sweet
I could hear
The sound of the love bell
Told me all it could tell
And the sight of
The blue moon rising
Told me all was well
Told me all was well
I was just driftin
As a wind blown wave
Like a stricken ship
I thought I'd never be saved
So far below me
There seemed so much more
Yet a man has to know
What he's looking for
Something unknown
Kept my life turning around
But I couldnt get near to
Putting my feet on the ground
With all that I had
Any man would be glad
But my everything was nothing
So what made me sad
I was missing my
Little miss misty eyes
She made my life complete
I was waiting on
True loves sweet surprise
And it tasted so sweet
It tasted so sweet
Farewell to that same lonely road
Ive seen the last of
That heavy load
No more blues about paying dues
Its time for reaping