She dwelt among
the trodden ways,
Nearby the springs of Mead;
A Babe whom there were none to praise,
But lots to sow their seed:Zirconia by a diamond true,
Aglitter to the eye!
Bright as her Vegas neon crew
Eclipsing all the sky.
She lived well-known,
to men and ma’am,
But Lucy ceased to be;
And she is gone—O Hoover Dam!—
The difference to me.
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