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The lonely sunsets flare forlorn,

I wanted the gold, and I sought it,

There where the mighty mountains bare their fangs unto the moon,

The waves have a story to tell me,

This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain,

This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone,

Have you gazed on naked grandeur where there's nothing else to gaze on,