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  • Cities of the Midnight Sun

    Cities of the Midnight Sun

    There are strange things done in the midnight sun       By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales       That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,       But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge       I cremated…

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