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Hello Sacramento,

Sacramento hello.

I don't believe we've met,

But you should hear before I go:

The alchemy upon your hills

Has beat me like a drum.

Earth gave birth to gold

Fathered by the sun.

 

So hello Sacramento,

Sacramento hello.

We haven't made acquaintances,

But I want you to know:

Today I heard you in my voice

And smelled you on my breath.

I am only stopping briefly,

But I'm not leaving yet.

 

Sacramento, CA

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