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Omaha

Dazzling lights and skylines. 

Lakes and sunsets too. 

Waterfalls, mountains, are to come. 

Skies of pink and blue. 

But for now we hit the hay

For we are tired and worn. 

And we lay our heads in Omaha. 

The city of lots of corn. 

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