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This is just a Poem about how nothing can stay perfect or beautiful. |
| Sky's Painted gold As the last moments of day Breathe by. Sun goes down, And it Washes away. Dew drops Become gold As the sun hits their heads. They fall to the ground And it floods away. Nothing Can Stay Gold. Eyes of a Goddess Look my way. They turn to see The God Of Day. Becoming a grey. Nothing Can Stay Gold. |