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The Cremation Of Sam McGee by Robert Service

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 thing they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
      I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell."

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess; 
And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he said me with a moan:
"It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through (to)  the bone.
Yet 'tain't being dead—it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."

A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore that I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

I don't know how long in the snow I wrestled with my grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced 'bout ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I said: "I will just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, it's time I looked"; and then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."

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 Sam McGee.

The Cremation Of Sam McGee

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Lyrics:


Afterlife I make my plea to you
Come true

Afterlife god please help me know the tru-u-uth

On the other side I see myself
Oh well

But how do I know when I have crossed this parallel?

Death comes

So fast it’s 
Always on the run 

Too quick

It’s always done
Before it has begun

So many dead people
And we still can’t find the cure to it

Has god intended us to find the solution
In which we fit?

Only can we dream of it 
When we think death is just a pit

Maybe it’s more or
Maybe it’s not
Maybe we’ll all just stay split

We are just pawns trying to survive

Within we want to know what they all hide

How will we know that
It is best to not show-ow-ow

Why should the secret be known
When we’ll eventually know

Whatever you believe 
It’s not up to me
Make your choice
Fight your voice
But let it be
Let it be

So many dead people
And we still can’t find the cure to it

Has god intended us to find the solution
In which we fit?

Only can we dream of it 
When we think death is just a pit

Maybe it’s more or
Maybe it’s not
Maybe we’ll all just stay split

We’ll all just stay split 
We’ll all just stay split

I’m feeling so split
I’m feeling so split

We’ll all just stay split

I know we are all just split

Imagine a place
A place never seen before

Something so ethereal it
Makes you drop on the floor

Imagine that
Imagine this
Imagine what
Yeah what is right 
You can’t picture it

Heaven or hell
God is said all within

But maybe he’s not
Everything’s a maybe

In this world, life, afterlife we think about it daily
I wonder if we get reborn again into a baby?

It’s these questions we always be askin’ ourselves
Whether or not this life we have is worth fightin’ for
Or should we stop
Suicide 
And walk through the door

Idk - let’s go to war

They said
Killin’ all life as we know it
No life for them
No remorse
Don’t show it

So we rely on afterlife 
The fact of life is that we just split it
Then let death in

And it’s these thoughts
We keep wondering
I don’t know 
What to think
What to do
What to think 
What to choose
Let it ensue

Thank you life
See you on the other side

Afterlife

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Les grands espaces sont balayés par le vent du Nord.
J’y ai enterré ceux qui ont osé venir me défier.

Ceci est ma terre.
Je ferai le nécessaire
Pour la garder.
J’ai abandonné 
Toute humanité
Par loyauté.

Un homme de la ville s’est présenté avec ses papiers.
Je les ai brûlés dans mon bûcher. Nul ne l’a trouvé.

Ceci est ma terre.
Je ferai le nécessaire
Pour la garder.
J’ai abandonné 
Toute humanité
Par loyauté.

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1990
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