A golden moment's come to pass,
and it made a swift goodbye,
waved its hand from left to right,
saying bye, farewell, goodnight.
But it left me brave and bold like
the knights of ages past, leaving
courage like the dawn leaves dew
upon the grass. As morning
glories bloom so do some things in
life this way. Rising early but
well past noon, they weaken die
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