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I wake to the howl of the cold northern wind
No boss no clock no city to pin
The river's my mirror the gold’s my friend
A pan in my hand where the wild roads end
Living off the grid where the cold bites deep
Yukon gold and Bitcoin I keep
Fiddle cries low accordion weeps
Simple life’s mine and the secrets I reap
My shovel hits rock like a drum in the earth
Each strike a song of survival and worth
The screen lights up like a modern-day hearth
Mining digital veins in this frozen berth
Axes hum the fire roars
The wild knows my name it keeps no scores
Living off the grid where the cold bites deep
Yukon gold and Bitcoin I keep
Fiddle cries low accordion weeps
Simple life’s mine and the secrets I reap
No bills no wires no buzzing phone
Just me and the frost where I’m carved in stone
The wolves they sing but I’m not alone
My gold my code they’re my backbone