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There is a place where the cold will never touch you
A place where no tears fall from Mother Earth's face
With violet and magenta skies
Who harbor a sun that cradles your face
In its warm and loving hands
Where the sands are Sands of Time
And beasts like those of the Prehistoric
Softly roam behind the curtain of mountains
This is where death brings life
And Summer is the only season
A place whose warm nights will invite you
Those warm nights that breed adventure
In the Valley of the Sun

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