NEVADA
Nevada, my Nevada,
A desert and a sky,
A thousand miles of sagebrush
To greet the weary eye.
A thousand miles of sagebrush
Upon a field of gold,
A thousand miles of silence;
A charm thaEs never old!
Nevada
endiess inland sea
lale and sagebrush
And winds forever free,
Out- of thy desert vastness,
Out of thy deathly dust,
There comes a lure that grips the heart
And kills the wanderlust.
A lure of length'ning shadows
Of sunsets in the West
Of-winds forever sighing
That soothe the soul to rest
, my Nevada,
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