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Слушать(AI)Dedicated To Alaska
The home of the tin can and dog,
A waste of snow, ice, and moss.
The graveyard of ambitions,
The by-word for hell,
The home of the famed double cross.
Men come here for gold,
Ambitious for
They stick--for they can't get away,
They dig, drink, and die,
And then go to hell,
To pay for their last sucker play--
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