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Oasis
In the middle of the mountain,
lay the plates made of gold.
With a message for the people,
let the word go out, be told.
In this valley beneath the mountain,
build a temple from my stone.
Around the temple build a city.
Call this place you build, your home.
If the people hear My message,
take to heart these words of Mine.
Then share the profits and the pleasures
of the stone that once was Mine.
I will give you all My shelter,
from the wind and from the rain.
From the desert they will see me.
Salt Lake City is my name.
Oasis
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