| We were bound for this glaring ideal
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| But we were turning the wheel
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| We, the intruders, did we take the turn?
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| The sundown or starting to learn
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| The call of nature is our vein of gold
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| It is the future we hold
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| High-flown they are, rain or shine
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| Far beyond the timberline
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| We are blazing, heard the tale
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| Eyes agleam, as we are on the golden trail
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| It is the scream of the eagle
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| The Midas touch
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| It is the eternal raging stream
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| The merit real
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| The only ideal
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| The holy seal
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| It is the shine on the mountains
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| The panning for gold
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| It is the wonder unseen
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| As far as the eye can reach here
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| A swim in delight
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| It is the eyrie of your pulsing dreams
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| The merit real
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| The only ideal
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| The holy seal
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| The unseen gold
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| Is right before your eyes
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| Your eyes
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| High-flown they are, rain or shine
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| Far beyond the timberline
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| We are blazing, heard the tale
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| Eyes agleam, as we are on the golden trail
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| As we are on the golden trail
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| On the golden trail |