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Vegas take us to the Promised Sand. There, sun dries the minds And greens money, Though not for many. There, you will see Luxury or listen to an adagio by Lake Bellagio. There, Venice has a painted sky and Caesar hasn't ceased to cast dice. There, things are real and truth is a Mirage. And there your anguish drear will soar into the Stratosfear.
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Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 8:21 PM UTC
VEGAS
Vegas take us to the Promised Sand. There, sun dries the minds And greens money, Though not for many. There, you will see Luxury or listen to an adagio by Lake Bellagio. There, Venice has a painted sky and Caesar hasn't ceased to cast dice. There, things are real and truth is a Mirage. And there your anguish drear will soar into the Stratosfear.
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Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 8:21 PM UTC
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