I do not blame the sun
If it feels jealous
After all
How can it compete
With Las Vegas?
I do not blame the moon
If it feels plain
After all
How can it compete
With a million street lights?
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I would like to translate this poem
sun is sun...Las Vegas can't beat it... unless suns gamble his money he gonna loss.. nice write... Best Wishes, Ency Bearis