Account -- Ability, Day 10



Home means Nevada,
Home means the hills,
Home means the sage and the pine;

Out where the Truckee silvery rills,
Out where the sun always shines;


There is the land that I love the best,
Fairer than all I can see...

 Right in the heart of the golden west,
Home means Nevada to me.

 [It's true.]

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