The grass is brown. Oh, Mother, why?
…The rain won’t fall and so it’s dry.
The river’s slow. Oh, Mother, why?
…The clouds are missing from the sky. 53 more words
I’m traveling now to Las Vegas
With doubts of the saying that’s famous.
…It stays there; it’s through,
…Is certainly not true
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